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I’m a mage.
Helena:
You use a staff. That means your magic is weak. Everyone knows that, surely. Unless you Ayorans are more stone-headed than you appear.
Cartwright:
Hey, I like her, boss.
Helena:
I do not require your approval, blond one.
You:
We’d be grateful to have your assistance for the rest of our journey.
We have more important shit to do than deal with you. Either come with us or leave us alone.
Well, best of luck to you, but we’ve gotta go.
I don’t care what you do, we’re out of here.
Helena:
I must focus on my research if I am to gain a tenured position at the university by the time I am thirty. So why would I want to waste my time with this band of misfits?
You:
Because we’re trying to stop the plague of undead devastating Ayor’s Rest and we need your help.
Because you’re just as much of a misfit as the rest of us.
