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Odin Magnus looked at Lucre and laughed bitterly. He clutched the sides of his waist and bent his body from hysterical laughter.
"Sure! I mean, what else could go wrong?"
Now he was sitting on the ground and catching his breath again. Still smiling wryly, he turned his head around to watch the still burning mansion. He was supposed to sleep in there... but unless he enjoyed the smell of burnt varnish and charred wood, it was no longer an option. Sigh... he swear Fate was purposely trying to make his life miserable, given what he has been through so far.
Burying his head into his knees, Odin took a deep breath and looked up at Lucre.
"Sorry about that, I seem to have lapsed into a moment of lunacy. I am feeling much better now."
Looking sideways at the Dwarf, Odin continue,
"I still have not gotten the pleasure of knowing your name. If I may so inquire, pray do tell what your name is. I am Odin Magnus, and you are?"
The Dwarf grinned and bellowed with such a sense of pride that only Dwarves could ever have,
"My name be Regin! And I love me axe and ale!"
Odin nodded knowingly and replied,
"Please to meet you Regin. I am sure your axe and ale loves you too."
Turning back to face Lucre, Odin went on,
"I trust that you have some measure of knowledge on the surrounding area. I bade you then, to lead us to the nearest local inn where we may dine, and hopefully sleep in peace. Come the next sunrise, I will tell you what I need of you, and as for your prisoner... we can always bind him until dawn and interrogate him then."
Now standing up, Odin smoothed his robe and spoke to Sir Byronas,
"Sir Byronas, would you like to join us? Unless Helm has need of you elsewhere?"
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