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[kj1225]

Beor sighs.
"Yes I know, I tempted you to sin with my devilish good looks, it's simply a curse for a cleric like me."
Someone may detect sarcasm.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"Charming as always. "

[My Name is Immaterial]

Geliebte's voice is oozing with pure mischief here.
"I became a holy Knight that's how Robert and yeah I guess beohtric can be a little sly but he's a little "Timid" so maybe I was the one who started this "Guardian relationship" orrr maybe not."

Brother Robert grins incredulously at Beo, pointing to Geliebte, then Beorhtic, and back again, cackling all the while. "I'm nat surprised ya had ta make the first move on this stick in the snow here!"

[TheBiggerFish]

Niamh is giggling, herself.

[Twinwolf]

Lillian is very obviously trying not to listen to this conversation and is blushing. This is not a conversation that strangers should be hearing!

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn snorts at the antics of the group.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte smiles and in a happy tone.
"now this is a great conversation very relaxing despite its content that is completely true."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Niamh is giggling, herself.

Caderyn snorts at the antics of the group.

"Good ta see that some of ya got a hea'thy sense of humour."
Brother Robert stands up clumsily and hops, with previously unseen grace, from the wagon where the group was conversing, back to the wagon he came from. From the shadows of the wagon comes the sound of sloshing liquid, and a loud, deep, and long burp.

[TheBiggerFish]

Niamh looks over at Lillian, still giggling in a way that just sort of gives an impression of 'cuuuuuute~' despite the fact that she's giggling at dirty jokes, and winks.

"I'm not sure our fellow caravaneers are fans of this discussion!  Maybe some safer topics, like the indigenous plants!

Some of which provide amazingly effective natural oils!"

[Sosoku234]

As the activities go on outside, a giant rouses from his slumber. He gently pokes his head out from under his ill fitting blanket and announces, "Quiet! Ricky try sleep!". And with that, he gave a resounding knock to the wood of the cart and went to try to sleep again.

[Shadestyle]

"I am seeking access to a... special sort of draught, not an elixir of immortality, as many alchemists seek, but rather a weaker, more specialized one, one to free my true from from this disgustingly human prison."

"And before you dare to mock me, I am not speaking in jest, I am truly an unimaginably powerful being, trapped within a mortal shell.  and every year that passes dooms me to another year of torment.  The elixir I seek to brew will reveal my glorious self, what I am inside shall be laid bare."

"Being banished here is bad enough for my plans, so I'm afraid I must work doubly hard in order to create the Penultimate Elixir, that is my only goal for now."

He pauses.

"This speak of drink.  The art of brewing is key for my work. I could craft ale to one's liking."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Niamh looks over at Lillian, still giggling in a way that just sort of gives an impression of 'cuuuuuute~' despite the fact that she's giggling at dirty jokes, and winks.

"I'm not sure our fellow caravaneers are fans of this discussion!  Maybe some safer topics, like the indigenous plants!

Some of which provide amazingly effective natural oils!"

"Effective how"

[Twinwolf]

There's about a second of rummaging through her pack before Lillian is holding a notebook and quill/pen/appropriate writing tool.

"I am seeking access to a... special sort of draught, not an elixir of immortality, as many alchemists seek, but rather a weaker, more specialized one, one to free my true from from this disgustingly human prison."

"And before you dare to mock me, I am not speaking in jest, I am truly an unimaginably powerful being, trapped within a mortal shell.  and every year that passes dooms me to another year of torment.  The elixir I seek to brew will reveal my glorious self, what I am inside shall be laid bare."

"Being banished here is bad enough for my plans, so I'm afraid I must work doubly hard in order to create the Penultimate Elixir, that is my only goal for now."

"If I hear anything that seems like it'll help with that, you'll be the first to know."

[Shadestyle]

"Your rewards shall be the greatest, once my ascension is complete." Boy, what a creepy old man.  his shriveled hand forms a single thumb, raised upward in the direction of Lillian, as direct sustained eye contact is made.

[Chevaleresse]

"You, uh, have fun with that. I'll content myself with rightful rule over the kingdom."