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Hopefully nothing. Scourgebane is disbanded. What else have I contributed?
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Vincent Valtieri: A dying man that sat by the fire in the Brill inn to keep warm. He waxed philosophical. We shared some of the same views.
Fortune Velstand: He took me into his home. There was a tiger... she was huge.
Turus (Rauch Grimtotem): She tried to kill me. Ha, ha.
Eberict Silverleaf: Just because a person is important doesn't mean they are good. Creepy, deceitful, and covered by a mask. As he always is.
Xhaztol Kepling: He was a visionary, if slightly absent minded. I met him in Brill. He heard the commotion at the Dalarn crater. Even though nobody else did... -
I don't have one.
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My thoughts could control others... their perception... their vitals...
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Gold won't do me any good if I dehydrate. Unless there are cacti? Then I might make it. Deserted village in the middle of a haunted forest, undead cults? You mean Brill? I'll take that.
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Losing myself or dying. Whatever comes first.
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...What? Are you serious? Okay, being a -edited- is way worse than having an -edited-.
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If I were to tell you, the urge to find me would lose a lot of it's appeal. It would no longer be challenging, and therefore, it would no longer be fun.
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The answer is obvious. There's no babies, because i'm infertile. So there will never be any babies. Ever.
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Someone once told me that it was wisest to stay put when you were in a comfy situation. The only thing that does is deny you opportunity.
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Neither. The pool is too confined, the ocean is too vast.
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Somewhere quiet and warm. Where people are unlikely to bother me. Does such a place exist?
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