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1 post. Alias of Doomed Hero.


"For f$~$ sake, indeed." The spirit of the surly looking old Dorn said, speaking to the group for the first time. "Get over yourselves, all of you. Yeah, I'm talking to you too, lady. Don't look so self important. They're going to do it. All their other choices are worse than this one. Go back? No. Stay here? What are they going to eat, Ragnar? Going to conjure some spirit-meat for them? Even if you and your lady friend get locked up by these idiots for a century, the rest of them get to live, and you've got all the time in the world. Your brother and the rest of us will be fine. We're not going anywhere. When you get that collar off, you can go back to talking to empty air and making people wonder if you're crazy."