<John Merriweather>
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¡°Well, my dear,¡± the thaumatologist replied, ¡°that remains to be determined. If it is an elemental, as I believe, then something is binding it to this point. Someone has left a binding spell made that should be dispelled. As a licensed, practicing thaumatologist I have an obligation to undo the spell if I can, and report the infraction to the authorities.¡±
¡°If it is another wizard, well, I shall confront him and advise him to control the forces he¡¯s wielding better lest he cause some form of mayhem.¡±
John shuddered a bit then. ¡°Of course, if he¡¯s belligerent he will probably kick my ass.¡±
(Kir)
? ?Kir listened as John explained his thoughts and what he planned on doing. When he shuddered a little and said if the Wizard was belligerent and would kick his ass, she shook her head. "I will not let that happen dear heart. I may be small but I pack one hell of a punch." She looked to John and grinned.?
On Mon, Jan 6, 2020 at 9:01 PM, Angel Heart via Groups.Io
<qsangel95@...> wrote:
<Bonnie, deceased NPC waitress>
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"Oh," Bonnie snickered, "tha' ol' bastard were long dead afore I washed up on death's door. No, 'ee' s just not right, ye ken. There be sumthin' too distinct about 'im is all." She held up her cup.. "take this 'ere grog. I can drink me own grog all day long, but the Cap'n's grog, from 'is cup," she leaned in and whispered, "tis bleedin' real, it tis. No' of the spirit realm a'tall."
<Sara Merrick>
Sara regarded Bonnie as if she had just grown to heads. Sara went quiet waiting. Sure the woman was joking with her. But the punchline never came. Sara let out a small reluctant chuckle. But still, the woman's face was steadfast and earnest. Sara frowned. "Bonne," she began. "Surely you are joking." When the woman said nothing more. "Bonnie, surely you know that can not be the case. There is just no way."
Sara went quiet then. Contemplating Bonnie's words. "What else about him do you find peculiar?"
