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Tamilda, a knife blade still protruding from her chest, looks in shock at her bloody hands. "She... she STABBED me?!" Kayra approaches from behind.
Granny: "Really, Nanny Muk. So needlessly DRAMATIC." Kayra approaches a terrified Tamilda and grasps the knife handle. "Let me get that for you, sweeite."
Granny replies, "As Nanny Muk so VISCERALLY demonstrated, lycanthropy has its advantages."
"Not quite," replies Granny. In the background, Singing Cricket scratches his head. Nanny crosses her arms and sticks her tongue out at the puzzled dragon.
Granny: "The moon's power makes you impervious to MOST of the tools of man's violence... But you ARE still vulnerable. Avoid fire, magic, and above all, silver." Tamilda, is thinking about something else and does not seem to be paying attention to that warning. "Hmm? Sounds great."
Kayra claps her hands. "Ooh! I call first shot!" |