"...*grumble*...cramped in here..."
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"He just finished it off! Who does he think he's foolin'?"
"I don't like the look of this, kid. Err...kids. What are we doing down here anyway?"
"Hrumph! I'll just keep my mouth shut then. When we go plummeting into a flaming doom, don't blame me."
"Kid, I've been stuck with Irirangi for as long as I can remember. No offense, but these are the kind of questions I've grown use to asking. Competence is not a given."
"Kid, I hope you understand that we are all whooshing around right now. Are you sure these kids know how to fly their father's craft?"
"What do you mean, 'before I go'? I'm not going anywhere. Either way, I only know one thing about bears. And that is, 'Run when you see them!' Hrumph!"
"Lyrandar Tower would make be the tactical choice. No sense in dilly-dallying around. Time is floating by on the wind, like we should be."
"Hate to say it, kid, but Dahl's right. You need a plan. Maybe do some recon first. Solinthas mentioned a contact. Meeting with him should be top list priority."
"Hrumph. Just when I thought we were rid of you."
"Don't you think you're out a little late? Kid, you need your sleep. Gotta stay sharp. What's your exit strategy?"
"Kid, you better do something. This guy seems a little unstable."
"They look like they're playing for keeps. Hit them hard, kid!"
"The silence is rare, kid. Cherish it."
"I'd ask for tactical maps, and layout of the place. I'd want guard patrols, in both frequency and strength, and a good exit strategy. Maybe a way to teleport in and out, quickly and decisively."
"Hrumph!"
"You're right, kiddo. It does sound fishy. Most likely, they were the ones that started this whole fiasco in the first place. I'd like to find a way to separate us, if that means I can go back to getting some peace and quiet around here. Hrumph!"
"Not another one."
" Not all of us! Hrumph! Sometimes I just want a little peace and quiet up here."
"No drinking on the job, for me."
"Your finger? Boy, it's usually at the end of your hand. What kind of creature are you?"
"The magic kind, ma'am. Good shot."
"Nine, by my count. Hrumph! Too crowded for me!"
"Yeah, kid. I've been listening. The others would do well to do the same."
"Benefor here! Reporting for duty!"
"What's the difference?. Hrumph!"
"Beats me kid. You should duck, though. Tuck and roll!"
"Nice shot, kid!"
"Now now kid. No crying on my watch. Tears make it harder for you to see. You can't spot that critter if you're wiping tears out of your eyes all day. Get in there!"
“Come on kid, don’t lose him now! Down that corridor, he’s feinted to the left, but he’s probably burrowing through that trash on the right. Kobolds do that. The mud suits them.” |