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[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"So I should just end my life now then?"

[Vorthon]

P:"I never said that. Ask this 'shadow' a simple question or two."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"You claim that the Shadow is guaranteed to betray me, that day I will die, why not simply save the wait and kill ourselves now?"

[Vorthon]

*Peladim double facepalms.*

P:"I just said that it's better to know the motivations of those whose advice you take!"

[Something Evil]

*Lor places a hand on Liru's shoulder.*
L: "Don't. What would your shadow be without you then?"

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"Indeed, so why are you so insistent on me questioning the Shadow then?"
"One cannot exist without the other"

[Vorthon]

P:"I'm a goddess. My domains are magic, knowledge, runes, and the moon. It's kind of my thing, if you will."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"So I am supposed to blindly follow you rather than the one being I trust in the world?"

[Vorthon]

P:"Maybe Bikdá could convince you..."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"Hm?"

[Vorthon]

*Peladim points at the cloud of darkness that's been hovering above Lor and Liru for quite some time.*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

L:"And?"

[Something Evil]

*Lor leans into the wall.*
L: "Gods. Airheads."

[Vorthon]

*Peladim just shakes her head in frustration, and disperses in a puff of glowing, blue dust.*

*Simo Kul Kulur burrows out of the ground, still looking like an absurdly old dwarf, and starts ranting at Lor. Among the snippets that Lor manages to hear include 'whippersnappers', 'no respect', and 'crumpets'.*


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[Something Evil]

*Lor creates a reflective dish of ice at the old dwarf, one hand still on Liru's shoulder. Surprisingly, it doesn't feel cold.*