Dave, Fist of Odin
"Abbey?"
I'm a bit amazed. I'll give Cinder a potion so he can join the discussion. BR 5, so Cinder's at 6.
Ummm . . . I dunno, guys. I'm willing to live-n-let-live here - I mean, we've really fucked Vrill over pretty hard-core, all in all, and I think we're kinda the bad-guys here.
I've got no problem with that, being, you know, the Fist of Odin, and not the Bleeding-Heart of Odin (and really, aren't you glad? I mean - eew!) But still.
"Hey Abbey - how are you? What's going on?"
Oh - but apprentice Steve, I say we hurt him. I say we hurt him bad.