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Blue dragon?... *BURP!*... JA, WE CAN SLAY A BLUE WYRM, RIGHT, BADGER!? I'LL BET ITS HEART, 'N TEETH, 'N EYEBALLS... *BELLLLCH!!*... YOU KNOW HOW YOU LOVE TO HARVEST... EVERY. PART. OF. EVERY. THING. WE. KILL!?... 'N ARE ALWAYS *BURP!!* WONDERING ALOUD TO THE HEAVENS ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY'RE WORTH??... WELL, I BET--

AYE!! THEN WE SHALL *BELLLLLCH!!* SLAY THIS SULTAN MURAD FOR DARING TO *BURRRRRP!!* STEAL OUR OMELETTE, RIGHT EARL OLAF!?

Lounging in the Catacombs under Istanbul and discussing their future with her companions, the wood elf druiddess Badger gnaws on some bitter, rancid-tasting nalfeshnee jerky she insisted on harvesting from the demon they killed on Brocken Peak during the Walpurgisnacht in the Harz Mountains...

Now we've got a clutch of three eggs, what to do with 'em, aye?

Guzzling mead from a drinking horn, Brutalitops pauses to answer: I've got a great, big, delicious omelette in mind...*BURP!!*