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There’s An Old Ritadarion Saying. You’re Never More Alive Than When You Walk Hand In Hand With Death. (syn)

(as She Entered The Main Room, Syn Turned Around In His Chair And Almost Fell Out Of It As He Scanned Her Body. He Cleared His Throat And Cut An Appreciative Look To Nykyrian.) Dayum…woman Be Hot. (syn)

Why You In A Dark Hole, Astrid? Did You Fall? (simi) We’re Hiding Simi. (astrid) Hiding? From What? (simi) Thanatos. (astrid) Pfft. Why You Hiding From That Loser? He Wouldn’t Even Make Good Barbecue. Barely Take The Edge Off My Peckishness. Hmmm…how Come There’s No Food Here? (simi)

What Does This Daimon Look Like? (xedrix) He’s Tall And Blond. (kyle) Well, That Narrows It Down To Every Daimon Here Except Stryker. What Would That Be? Several Thousand Of Them? Could You Be A Bit More Specific And If You Tell Me He Was Dressed In Black, I’ll Kill You Myself And Spare Me The Agony Of Dying. (xedrix)

So You’re Telling Me That Right Now I’m Responsible For Acheron’s Beloved Pet And The Favorite Sister Of The Fates? (zarek) Tell Fang-boy I’m Not A Pet. If He Doesn’t Take A Nicer Tone To Me, He’s Going To Be Really Sorry. (simi)