I cast Sleep on the guards.
We've got two Bekkers, and that shit's fucked up. Vampires and juicing and shit? I just dunno. This princess seems a bit out of sorts - maybe she's short-bus material, but skeletal hands from the ground is wack.
Whatever goes down I think we're fucking with the wrong people here, is what I'm saying. So let's knock everyone over and then sort some shit out, hey?
One Bekkers is down. Azoth is watching the princess, who seems also down, sorta, or at least not coherent enough to fuck with us.
I draw my bow and move between anyone else and Azoth.
"Let's just settle down here, hey? And by Settle Down, I mean chill the fuck out, dude." I say this to anyone who's not a member of my party.
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