I Prefer We Call It Aggressive Negotiations
Endin sat at the fire with a group of Rhykim's men, gesturing wildly with some kind of meat-its origins unknown-roasted on a stake. "And then the bartender, he says, you ain't here to hunt dragons, are you?"
The joke got a fair amount of laughs, though nowhere near what it would have gotten normally. The sadist's men were a better audience than expected, but not by much.
He saw the sadist approaching the campfire and quickly stood up. "General. The scouts, them over there-he pointed clumsily with his dinner-they say we'll make it ta Silvervale in an hour's march if we leave a' dawn."
Everyone, I'm so sorry I haven't been on. My life's kinda been a mess and I haven't really been able to.
-Theo

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