Late last night in the troll keep, there was a brief
exchange that went, roughly:
Aerie: Gee, Jaheira, your hair is pretty in the torchlight.
Jaheira: Get your head screwed on, chick. People die in this business.
Aerie: But then we just get raised at a temple! No big deal!
Jaheira: (Tirade about loss and Final Death)
I had no input in this conversation...do I conclude rightly that
a slowly-escalating-friction thing is taking place?
(PS, thanks for the quick and reassuring response!)
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