NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!
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Epilogue
Frank was believed to have penned an epic novel under the pen name of "Spyiak Li" about a half-orc paladin fighting demons in the Worldwound. He encountered and defeated the Braided Fury and eventually became so powerful that when he died of old age on the battlefield, he exploded in holy light and took a balor with him. It was completely devoid of typos and grammatical errors.
You forgot to mention the Braided Fury, Mistress... Frank lamented as Daniel turned his attention elsewhere.
Frank readies his reply, but his jaw is forced to drop in unison with his mistress.
Frank makes sure she doesn't die of laughter.
Frank pokes his head out of his satchel, sneezes at all being well, and dives back inside.
Hm. Are you sure you did not tell her what magics you wield?
You need to stop assuming that your brother holds intellect where there is none, dear mistress. He is no fool, but not everyone holds your, erm, constant need to make inferences.
Frank paws at Andrea's ankle.
There is very little to say, dear mistress. Aside from the shame that it is that your reunion with Daniel happened to occur when it did. The hedgehog hunkers down next to the door, ready to pounce on the leg of whomever follows. Though, in retrospect, it is best that you did not complete the restoration without the wretched creature's sanity in check.
Frank shares in the screaming, bringing all conjecture about what a hedgehog's screams sound like to an end. What happened to her being in the hideout, Mistress?! WHAT OCCURRED TO MAKE THIS TRAVESTY MANIFEST?! You know you CANNOT END A SENTENCE WITH A PREPOSITION!
Frank squeals in delight,sliding off of the witch to circle her on the floor and then pause and sniff.
Can I even use a wand, I wonder? I have never tried, Mistress.
Dear, dear Mistress, I believe I smell sulfur.
Mistress, you've neglected to utilize the predicate in your previous oration.
Frank shakes with a mixture of shame and fury before snerting a negatory, his hedgehoggy eyes peering into the creepy ambiance.
Frank gives the barmaid the same look of suspicion that Gerard is making, squeaking as if to emphasize his use of the word "unknown".
Frank tries to look cute, but he still has the disadvantage of being a hedgehog in Gerard's interactions.
No, I don't know any of these jokers of whom you speak. Now, if they had, perhaps, dwelt in a swamp, I might have more familiarity with your targets. I do, however, have animal magnetism. Let us feast our eyes on who comes, Pointy Prince. Frank sneezes. I am aware of the irony of my using that moniker for you. Of course, this is all unintelligible to the rogue.
"Mistress, if I may venture a suggestion? Please refrain from speaking to the paralictor. Your temper has been on a flanderized fuse as of late."
Frank elaborates on his fear expertly to Euphemia, but only she hears it as anything other than chittering.
Staunch the Hufferfish
Frank freezes up and waits for Gerard's a)blatant rejection as he continues off into the poignant obscurity of not here or b) for him to start using well-backed but morally obtuse (for his mistress, at least) arguments to try and shame the witch in question. Friendship is fun. Romance is GREAT. But this? Not so much.
Frank tentatively calls out to his new hedgehog friend in the tongue of burrowing creatures. Ho, brother. What memories have you of the past five minutes?
Mistress, I know what you're getting at, but you could have put that more eloquently.
THANK YOU. Frank chitters emphatically to Missy, sniffing Patches. Then, he pauses.
If I am, as you say, incapable of harming these children, why did you amend that so quickly, Mistress? I am genuinely wounded! With all the hedgehog pitiability he can muster, he wanders over to a child with his adorible, round little eyes, and squeaks. She has no need to know that I just yelled the words for "carpal joints", does she?
Dear Mistress, you are wondering who is actually in charge of these miniature humanoid specimens, are you not? You cannot keep them all.
I say we keep it just in case, and THANK EWE.
The hedgehog looses a squeaking laugh.
Frank's spines prickle as he emerges from Euphemia's bodice. "This is typical behavior, Mistress. I know I should let it go, but he knows quite well I am more than your pet."
I vote reckless, but I shouldn't be voting by meself.
Frank rejoins his mistress after a quick nuzzling of the poor soaked woman and sneezes in empathy.
He jostles as Euphemia jostles over to Gerard to pat his back until he's done with his retching.
Frank leaps onto the soggy mother's chest with what he hopes are rhythmic compressions.
Frank wriggles from Andrea's top to wiggle over to Jarvis to awash him in adorable attention, groaning through Euphemia's link with him as he does so. She does speak truth, dear mistress.
...who leaps onto Andrea with sloppy hedgehog kisses. No, it is not dignified, but I suppose it is no concern of mine anymore, is it? Let us simply be happy that she's alive. Will you be seeing to Gerard, then? I shall express gratitude for both of us.
Frank grunts inwardly, but nuzzles into Jarvis.
If Gerard wants the Morrowfall, he need only ask.
Frank chirps a little on the ground where he is left behind.
He meanders over to Jarvis.
"Mistress, your alarm frightens me... I trust you hear the noises that Orsin does, then?"
Dear mistress, that image was far too vivid for my liking.
Mistress, you are speaking far too informally!
Perhaps it is time to remind you that str damage in pathfinder merely puts you into a coma at STR 0 and below. :)
"Of course you could do something, Mistress, but I don't see you jumping at this opportunity."
Frank sneezes.
That earns him a squeak from Frank's perch.
-and the word "give" is a ditransitive verb precisely because it requires both a direct and indirect object."
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