Free time + Replay = Muse. Journal's been laying around forever.

[battlecrow]

So, you wish to play with me? I'm certain I don't need to remind you that I don't enjoy games. So, whatever your'e calling yourself, feel free to turn around and leave me alone. T'would not be an insult if you did.

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[ringmage]

You're going to have to do better than that if you want to scare them off.

[battlecrow]

Why should I think fear will be more effective?

[ringmage]

Because it certainly beats laying back and doing nothing.

[battlecrow]

And tell me, how afraid is yours?

[ringmage]

Afraid enough not to send me packing to those lewd "sex" games. She knows for a fact that wouldn't hesitate to flame boil her.

[battlecrow]

That does sound like an appropriate punishment.

[ringmage]

Doesn't it?

[He smiles proudly.]

I've conditioned this one in such a way that she acts as my servant most of the times. Though, keeping these "creatures" under control is a constant battle.

[battlecrow]

T'would seem so.

[youngest_son]

Games? My scribe also seeks to throw me into one of these. Although, they haven't decided yet.

[loyalshield]

I'm surprised you're willing to miss out on the chance to be insufferably smug at a whole bunch of new victims.

[battlecrow]

T'is more than enough dealing with you, Alistair. Or have you somehow magically increased your intelligence since last we spoke ?

[battlecrow]

T'is so simple a thing to be stupid about.

[youngest_son]

Aye, you could say so. The games seem to bring so much pleasure to these scribes.

[battlecrow]

Simple things for simple minds, it seems.

[steals_things]

You sound insulted, love. Want to buy a shiny trinket to lift your spirits?

[battlecrow]

Trinkets, he offers me. What good is a trinket to me?

[steals_things]

Oh, but they are not just any trinket. The best dwarven trinkets from the Blue Mountains.

[He showed his wares by pulling them from his fur jacket.]

Cutlery, weapons, something for a lady. [He showed off a rather jewelled necklace.]

[battlecrow]

Tell me, dwarf, will any of these save me from the creature who thinks to pull strings I do not have?

[steals_things]

Oh, but they might! [He gave her a sly glance. Could he fob her off a talisman that he stole a few months ago?]

It depends on what you are looking for.

[battlecrow]

What I'm looking for is a way out of this pathetic creature's grasp, which I doubt is something you peddle in. You'll have to find some other poor barbarian maid to cheat of her coin.

[steals_things]

I doubt you are a barbarian maid, my lady. You look like a woman who isn't short of a coin or two. [Yes, he was eyeing up your clothes.]

[battlecrow]

And now it's flattery. You must be desperate to sell me something useless.

[steals_things]

Not useless. None of it is useless. [He brought out a rather ornate dagger with runes carved into it.]

The finest dwarven craftsmanship.

[battlecrow]

Well, if it's the finest , then, my answer is still no.

[steals_things]

[He was trying here and she was proving to be a difficult customer indeed.]

What takes your fancy, my lady? Do you prefer rings, or perhaps a talisman to keep your spirits up?