A shrivelled lich once told me, 'that which does not kill us, makes us stranger'.
Perhaps after too many battles cheating death, several of the characters here certainly seem to have troubles identifying with their true personality. Either denial, or confusion reigns. No matter, I know well my faults, how to guard against weaknesses / attacks of the pious and Paladins with more faces than a Medusa.
'Tis why I travel with the Swashbuckler to guard my back. As long as I keep paying his tab at the Burning Wizard he's happy. Speaking of which, something of a record last time, McSwagger! I see you've been a little quiet since, no doubt sleeping off the haze. Up and at them soon Tipsy, rise and shine.
Virgin en Fuego a la 'Phyxie: A Breakfast fit for Kings, and more than enough for recovering McSwaggers.
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