He watched as the barbarian halfling maiden skipped away. Once she was out of sight, he turned to the zombie they’d been fighting. “Well,” the dwarven priest began, “what do you want to do now?”
“Brains…”
“Yeah, I know. Stupid question.”
Rothan sat down on the porch and wondered how long before the halfling maiden came back, if she ever did.
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Brains!
Brains?
Yes. Brains!
Ahh…brains…
Yep. Brains. Brains. Brains.
Haha
I hope she does!
Me too.