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Popping up like a prairie dog from stabby-stabbing the lady demon, Pai chirps: "You killed it? It's gone?! WAHOO! OHMYGOSH! You're so awesome! Ohmygosh guys! We lived! And we can totally get Angoldir back, since we lived too! And we can do that! OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh! I can't believe it! We're alive! Ohmygosh!" Now that the threat is over and the adrenaline is starting to drain from her system, all the nervous post-battle babbling bubbles and pours from Pai's mouth, a never-ending torrent of chatter. Even when she has nothing to say, her quavering voice still patters on with an incessant string of "ohmygosh"s and "we're alive"s. Her whole body is trembling so much that her grip on the dagger slips. It clatters on the floor, nearly scratching her ankle; she doesn't seem to notice. A moment later, her knees give way and she flops to her bottom beside Angoldir, narrowly avoiding her dagger. "I'm just gonna rest here a minute. OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh..."
You'd think she did all the hard work.
As you emerge from the darkness of the catacomb to the dim light of the Underbridge District, you know you've been through an unforgettable experience: fear, tragedy, and victory over utter evil. You'll receive recognition and thanks from Captain Kasadei of the City Watch and Venture-Captain Sheila Heidmarch of the Pathfinder Society on a job well done. But truly, all of Magnimar owes you a debt of gratitude--for who knows what greater evils would have been unleashed on the city had the succubus Avalexi completed her dark ritual to Shax, Demon Lord of Murder and Lies?
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Drusilla kneels down near Sweetie Pai and hugs her, holding her close into her arms, stroking her hair like a child and whispering little somethings in her ear, probably to calm her and soothe her mind, to give her something else to think about before she all break down
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Drusilla kneels down near Sweetie Pai and hugs her, holding her close into her arms, stroking her hair like a child and whispering little somethings in her ear, probably to calm her and soothe her mind, to give her something else to think about before she all break down
Okay, that's a little much. But still, it's a good question... She pulls back from Dru and gives her a little appreciative smile (because she knows the taller woman means well and doesn't want to offend her), and ponders this most important question for a bit. Slowly her trembling ebbs. Finally, she blurts: "Yaiho! Sorry guys, but he has the best proportions relative to the rest of his build. I gotta say his butt's the best. But it was a really close call!" She grins sheepishly at Drusilla, blushing furiously, then averts her eyes, inspecting the stonework of the floor as if there was something worth examining there.
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Before the Pathfinders depart Magnimar, Angoldir takes a moment to thank each of his companions in private. The aged elf’s face is less gaunt than when he first returned from the Boneyard at the temple of Sarenrae, but the tip of an ugly cauterized scar peaks over the collar of his tunic.
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Drusilla hugs the elf, carefully to not open his recent wounds, and then hooks his arm to find a few places to spend the evening
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