Dear Makala
I’m just writin’ to ye to say ye have a mighty fine booty, and….
Waiddaminute! That’s not why I’m writin’!
It’s booty of another kind, it is. And I’m sendin’ it to ye cos I think ye could make better use of it than I.
I love ye, Makala.
Smiteran
Hey Xira
I was hearing you needed some runecloth to be making those pretty dresses and things.
Well I had some on me, and you can make better use of it than me.
Tanta
Xira
I ask for suit, not dress. I made mistake.
Please send suit?
Terak
Makala
I had agents posted all around Hellfire and STILL couldn’t catch the entire proceedings. My apologies. I still don’t understand why your tribe have chosen to ally with these. They are.. unpredictable. Certainly something different to usual assignments though.
TG
Horatius barks happily.
Nakrath takes a long draught from a silvery hip flask, replacing the cap and grinning giddily.
Horatius: Woof?
Smite: Ere, what’re ye lookin’ at?
Nakrath: Awrite! Follow my lead! Expect a whippin’ from Millie!
Lyridia: Just one question…
Gortek nods at Nakrath.
Smite: Do I got shomethin’ on me fur?
Smite eyes Eleora up and down.
Mildrith: Go go go!
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