Week 3 Continued: SalvationOh no.
CLEARLY SHE WAS JUST TRYING TO STOP US FROM STEPPING INTO A PUDDLE OF MUD
But our knowledge of falcons will save us right?!
Our knowledge of falcons did not save us.
That snake is her pet, isn't it?
Her mother is going to have our head in a basket.
Neither swords nor falcons were enough to save us.
Valiant cousins to the rescue.
Your dumb snake nailed the wrong target.
Psshhh, "milk snake?" What kind of a wussy snake drinks milk? Bwahahahaha!
...this is why it tried to murder us, isn't it?
And plus I was carrying a vial of antidote just in case this precise thing happened.
I've played enough Oregon Trail to know where this is heading.
"May have?" This lady is either hedging her bets waaaaaaay too hard or entirely unfit to plot our grisly demise.
Plus she also saved... well, tried to save our life, kind of. Could've done with some more subtlety and misdirection there as well, really.
In her favor, her mother's probably the best poisoner in the kingdom.
So our rank terror has completely eclipsed our sapping depression. Who has time to mope about how our mother's dead when we're so busy waking in the dead of night screaming about snakes?
Our NSBFF is gone and the chapel's sermons now focus on how Jesus can protect you from being eaten alive by giant snakes whose heads turn into the faces of people you really liked moaning "I TRUUUUUUUUSTED YOUUUUUUUUUUU..." and "YOOOOOUR FAAAAAAAAAULT... AAAAAAALLL YOOOOOUR FAAAAAAAAAAULLT..."
And on that note, i vote princess 2 be named Belladonna.
HA! Joke's on you, Axespendable's still alive!