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Best part:

As GM, you can go back in time pretty easily...or issue a story override pretty easily.

Example #1: ”Oops, I screwed up. The pegleg gnome you met back in town? He was actually a 'jittery eskimo firefighter' carrying two harpoons. He also told you that the secret to opening the Tomb of the Tattooed Turnips was weasel grease. You guys need weasel grease.”

Example #2: ”You're totally right, Kast. I missed the deflection bonus from your combat toupee. Take off 6 damage.”

Example #3: ”Oooh...oops! The DC for that Hold Person was supposed to be 14, not 34. Let's go back before the coup de grace, back to Round 2. My bad.”

Example #4: ”Uh...yeah, I made a mistake there. No one has died, but yeah, you all got screwed, but found your way out of the Tavern of the Tepid Teawater. Let's play on.”

Ralof ignores Trinia's attempt to converse with him... insofar as someone completely oblivious to what's happening is capable of ignoring someone. As he rides alongside the party, he's deep in what can only loosely be described as "thought", staring down at his saddle, while mumbling something about the "inner lightning". Despite his apparent disconnection with the world at the moment, when Trinia mentions the wizardry in his eyes, he looks up, straight ahead, and says, "The eyes!", at which point he spurs his horse with his heels and rides off ahead of the group shouting, "It must come from the eyes! Ah hah hah hah!"

"Had the shop a little over seven years. I made most of my living buying and selling Dwarven wares - Jewelry mostly, some clothing, even sold candy made by a Blacksmith's wife who lived nearby, but my real passion is for my Alchemy. Oh, there are certainly more skilled and capable Alchemists in Korvosa, but I held my fair share of the market, for what I was able to create, that is. I was getting bored with it, though. - I'm just a tiny bit glad to be rid of it. "

Then, after she mentions the part about losing everything, "Lose? No. Nothing is ever really ours to begin with. The only thing worth having to lose are your friends. Your friends," Zeke's tone becomes soft and somber, "... and your family." He shakes his head as if to change the subject. "No, what we have here, both of us, is something new - a new chapter in our story. What about you? What gets you out of bed in the morning?"