Well, my notes for these two sessions are ... scant. It was months ago. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
There was a spirit boar the size of an elephant. It had something stuck in it. This was removed ... but maybe that was a later session?
The place (or the pub?) was called Salindra's Hope and someone wanted 200 thaler to make sure "things don't escalate". Bit steep? Unless we were the ones being offered it? Who knows, months ago. Hrm.
Murmei sort of accused the innkeeper of murder by proxy. This didn't go down well.
"Stuff?" XD
“Ambrians are properly racist. You must know this by now. You are one.”
“Are you going to trust him to roll for you?!”
“If I end up being the Chosen One again, I’ll kill you.”
“Aroka gave birth to Xanatha, Xanatha gave birth to—”
“Spiders.”
“Nothing says ‘I’m your friend’ like breaking in.”
GM: “Who needs keys?”
Player: “I do.”
Elindra: “I will go to his room and—"
Player: “Gently caress his neck with a knife?”
GM: “Speaking of mornings, it arrives much too quickly for all of you.”
GM: “You’re primarily focused on aggravating people here.”
“Head counts are easier when heads are separated from their bodies. Everyone knows that.”
GM: “Hush, I’m trying to summarise here and it’ll take all evening at this rate.”
“We were being civil Ambrians.”
“Ain’t no such thing!”
“I’m bitter. I’m like Murmei over spilled ink.”
To be continued!
