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"Oh yeah, first you stick Borbo in a devil-hole, now you give Borbo to the leader of a cult. This will not go wrong at all."

"Boss, I don't feel so good. Whatever you did, please don't do that again. It feels like I̶̢͓͕̹̭͉͑̽́͒̽̃̎̂'̷͉́m̶͚̮̗̱̾̎̂̅̐ ̷̧̣̰̫̠̼͖͉̯̥̮̫̑͆̋͊͝g̸̨̼̰̟̬̞̃͒͊̉̓̇̍͠͠o̵̡̨̙̖̬̙̙͎̭͍͇̗̜͆͒́̀͛͑͜i̴̞͙̒̌̉̎͗̇͑̓͂n̸̋̌͗ ̢̛̛̣̝̮̞̩̠̺͓͎͖̥̓̓̊̿̄̏ͅg̸͍̠̘͉̝̗̍̃̊̓̄̓̀̈́̅̃̚̕ ̸̨̛̦̠̣̲̬̯̫̼͈̹̔̏̑̆͗́̓̂̐̇̽͋͘͝t̴͈̮̝̦̬́̍̇́͛̈́̔̉̑̐̚o̸͎̪̹͛̌͗ ̴̢̜̯̹͈͚̣̘̭͚͎̠̈́͆̃t̷̡̺̘̙̜̘͍̞͕̳̜͈̯͚̉́̆̈́̚h̵̨̛̛̤͙͇̋̏́́̈͂̊̽̆̃̕̚͘r̵̳̞̺͓̯͚̿̊͒̓o̴̎͝͝ ̨̖̥͍̰̗̠̭̏ẁ̸̨̺̘ ̴̡̩̹̩̦̤͗̍͑͜͝ͅu̵͈͒̓̄̈̃́͌̒̊͗̀̐́͠p̴̧͇͓͓̮͎̻̜͔͚̻̱̐͊̃̓͘ ̴̛̦̘̲̹̭͓̥͗͂̕͜ḭ̴̧̼̰̞̞͓͆̃͐̆̍̀̂̑̎̚͝͝n̵͔̗̥̻̞͓̤̖͓̣͍͚̜̹̝̽̒̉͊̋͠s̶̨͕̍̊͋̈͂̆̽͛̃̈́̕i̶̽ ̡̱̭͓͈̫̞͎̼̯̖̈̿͌͝d̷̰̭͋̔͛̈́̃͛̎͝͠͝ẹ̵̢̣̰̲̪͌̓̃̓̀͑̚̕͜͝ ̵̦̪͙̝͍̏̊͐͒m̵̡̧̛̳͖̞͎̰̭͍̼̫̌̑̒͆̒̌͆̕y̴͍̮͖̭͉̩͎̻̏͒̎s̵̡͓̗̗̯̦͓̪̻͉̊͆͛̅͌̆̏̕ē̸̈̄̑̏̃͝͝ ̺̙̺̙̹͔̗̼͉̖̗̭̊͐͂̏͜l̴̳̬̬͉̘̲͙̩͉̯̺̍́͆̽͗̾͂̓͂́̓͆̈́͘͜͝f̷̡̘̻̯͎͆̔̊̐̔͘͜͠͝.̴̤̥̖̳̃͒͊͘"̷́ ̧̛̮̳̘̜̬͖̹͉͉̱͂́͛̆̑̏͘͜ͅ

Borbo's voice distorts and becomes almost unintelligible at the end of his sentence.

Lough disrobes.

”C’mon guys, let’s sit for a bit. Nice and hot. Whaddya think Borbo?”

"Borbo likes to sit and sweat for a bit."

...

"Wait, Borbo doesn't have a body. Why is Borbo sweaty?"

"Yeah, you're the best, boss," comes from Lough's silver arm, then does a flex on his own.

"M-Master Azrinae?" Borbo says, aghast at the sight of his former master in front of him.

Lough's arm starts to tremble. At first you think it's fear, but then Lough realises it's not fear, but pent-up anger wishing to come out. The mechanical arm spasms a few times, as if Borbo is wrestling himself free of Lough to strangle Volluk Azrinae by himself.

Lough, you get one free MAP-less attack against this guy whenever you want, as long as it's during your turn. A cool story bonus for incorporating Borbo. :)

A dumpy, disheveled hunch lops onto the scene, the stank of bog permeable into flaring saturated nostrils, gunky cattails and chunky cyprus tree leaves adrape, a single swamp lily adorning the top of his soggy head.

His voice hoarse ">>coughwheez<<" then "Ah - I had thought - I have found you!" he looks around first at his former teammates, then the little mitflits before him "I do not know what happened - everything stopped for me" scratching at a puss-infected openslit wound on his head with the mechanical arm knuckle and it's uneven graft-welding that connects to his fleshen shoulder

"Hell, I was with him all the time, and even I can't tell you what happened exactly!"

"Hey, and what about Borbo? Is Borbo not a 'major point'?" Lough's silver arm suddenly jerks into motion.

"Please kill me now," Borbo grumbles. "Borbo thought he never had to listen to stupid library-woman ever again."

"Oh pickles," Borbo curses. "That's Chandriu Invisar. She's the director of the scriptorium. She was in loooooove with Master Azrinae, always trying to flirt with him, totally ignoring poor Borbo."
Borbo then makes a gagging noise before continuing, "I think that's her body on the ground there. I'd recognise that dress anywhere."

"Lough can turn you into an arm, if you want."

"Hello Kka! I'm an arm now! When are we going to kill Master Azrinae?"