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Alond: "Psst -- we should talk. We have a lot in common." Tamilda: "Aren't you the racist former king who started a war with the goblins and nearly destroyed the ENTIRE KINGDOM?"
Alond: "Ah, my reputation precedes me. And with your help, loyal subject, I could be BACK on the throne!" Tamilda: "Why would I want that?" In the background, Singing Cricket and Karya share a kiss.
Tamilda looks at the soul bag. "Actually, I'm not so sure..." In the background, Kayra leads Singing Cricket by the hand to their bedroom. They leave their living chairs behind, the slime chair still holding Singing Cricket's beer.
Tamilda glares at him in annoyance. "I'm twelve! I can't afford a silver sword!" "I can!" replies Alond with intensity. In the background, Kayra leans out of the doorway and makes a beckoning motion. The slime chair reacts with "!" while pointing at itself with a pseudopod.
Tamilda points at a spot on the map. "That old fishing hut? They found that one WEEKS ago. ..A few others, too. King Crispin has ordered a search."
Tamilda: "Better mark all of them!" Alond: "Good idea!"
With a sly grin, Tamilda snatches the map. "Thanks!"
In the background, only the large-mouthed monster remains. It looks downcast. |