because mun wants to play in the marvel live action sandbox

[lunging]

Mortal, I require more of these small images of myself. I am Fandral, of the Warriors Three! Surely there are more to be found.

If they are not already as small as you need them to be, you must make them that small. You may not be a master of magic, but I am certain you can do it if you endeavor to.

You should also explore. I will not be left to rot.

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[lunging]

[Oh, Sif.]

Nay, my lady, this is untrue! For if she were to promise me ten thousand paintings, I would command her make only five of myself and let the rest be dedicated to you.

[Generous? Why, yes, he thinks so.]

[brosif]

Ah. And what exactly would you do with those nine thousand nine hundred and ninety five paintings, friend?

[lunging]

My lady! You wound me to think me so unkind! Nay, five thousand of you and five thousand of me. A fair divide for our accomplishments, do you not agree?

[brosif]

Fandral, you know better than to ask my thoughts outside of the battlefield. They will leave you well unflattered.

[lunging]

[But why do you do this, Sif. You know he's your biggest fan!]

Aye... [Thinking...] If we were, then, to war over five thousand paintings of each other...whose would fare the battle with the most unharmed?

[brosif]

[Because someone has to deflate your ego so that you can fit into your overly innate armor, bro.]

Yours, to be sure. Your vanity would see them protected.

[lunging]

[noooo whyyyyy...his armor should be snug!]

I suppose it is above you, then, Lady Sif, to feel pride in your appearance?