This is exactly the sort of junk we sell off to every last shopkeeper on the planet." is the most logical inventory I've ever seen, actually. I mean, have you seen something flying over a pit? Ever?" "Come to think of it, nothing flies either. Swimming would break one of the world's greatest rules." "So giant spiders can swim, then? Because you seem to be the only creatures in the world so far that mastered moving through water." "Are there many spider shopkeepers, then?" Even my pessimism is getting crushed under the weight of murdering pretty much anything. "Trust me, we can beat pretty much anything. You just picked random things out of the water, didn't you?" "Why are we still talking to them, anyway?" may well be the mildest revenge I've ever heard of." "So who was this wizard? I mean, I can definitely see why he was considering hunting you down, no offense." Had plenty of trouble with wizards here, doubly so whenever they try to help." By the way, Opeem, we'll field the conversations from here." "Well, he has more sense than we gave him credit for. "And here we have proof that you can even look up to someone like Melanchion. "Big notgreen gave cave to Spider? Really?" You rented a cave like everyone else, figures, really." "Care to tell us about this colony? I'm curious, mostly in the horrified fascination sense of the word." Then caught an arguably sentient mindwarp chitrach, killed it and used parts of it for soup." We took out an entire chitrach nest, see. "Probably beyond my level of skill in any case. "If little priest depresses Spider, Opeem will have to end him." "You say that about every place we go to." "And already I want to burn this place to the ground." "Opeem likes friendly spiders! Will help." "I'd resent that, but I'm not even sure what part to start with." Friendly stabs, though! Most people are angry and not-friendly? Like L. Everyone is too silly, Opeem will talk to them instead. should probably at least try to talk to them." "And once again, I'm too right for my own good." And I'm this close to actually praying that I'm wrong." "Well, the chitrachs are pinned to the walls, at least. How did we end up here and what is this place, anyway?" "Gentlemen, we are now the world's most doomed tax collectors." Alright, you know the drill for poison, everyone." Something tells me he's not great at alchemy, or he's trying to poison us. "Oh, and here are the Anama papers while we're at it. "Look, we know it's just going to look pretty next to your lava lamp, alright? No need to pretend." Odds are they won't be much use, but at least we can sell them." "You're talking to a fish-eyed grey alien in technicolour robes and you expect logic? Look, let's just take the gloves.
"You suggested that we kill the mayor or send in giants to kill everyone. "What am I supposed to do? They swarmed all over me! I'm trying not to hurt anyone right now, you know." "Alright, mayor's a greasy, charred smear, while we're at it anyway. "In short, we're working for an oversized, reptilian, fire-breathing magpie." "What did Melanchion want this for, anyway? What's it even good for?" If you recall, we kill about three of them in as many seconds." "It's the kind that, say, Gladwell tends to favour. "Rips a hole in reality and calls in a vengeful spirit to destroy our enemies." "Been a while since I got to fight some good old-fashioned hopelessly outclasses and helpless opponents, anyway." He's a vastly wealthy, fairly powerful, not to mention generous dragon. Besides, Melanchion wanted a crystal spiral from here.
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