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Hey Bon, how did you feel about the recent raid you attended?
“Eh. It was a good testing ground for the new spell, at least. Kinda disappointed we didn’t get to burn down the church, but whaddyagonnado.”
“Felt good to stretch my legs and flex my magic, too. Not that I ended up walking much after that weird wizard girl got ahold of me.”
Bon! How're you feeling about your current companions so far?
"I don't like or trust any of them."
"Though I guess each of them is useful. I really want to see that fox... Thing...? I want to see his notes."
You feel like you’re melting. It’s so frustrating you can’t keep your mouth shut about it.
“mmmMMMM!”
“It shouldn’t be legal for it to be above 70F a full four hours past sunset. Someone tell the Empress to get on that.”
Due to some. Incidents. In your lab, you’re forced to take time out of your busy schedule while the entire place disinfects. It’s a cool night outside, at least, so you use this as an excuse to get some fresh air.
Though you don’t really plan on interacting with anyone. You’re staring intensely down at your phone, and if looks could kill your phone would come to life only to die instantly. Your gaze is caused by the Hearthstone* match you’re in now, where your opponent is cautiously hovering cards over the board and it’s making you nervous. Are they about to kill your minions or not?!
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare!” You repeat, possibly a bit louder than you meant to, as your nervous energy causes you to pace randomly and recklessly, sending you right into some poor troll. You may be small, but your steps are determined and you basically ram them. “Don’t yo--DAH!”
Trolls are so eager to fight because they're a Proud Warrior Race, and they're naturally aggressive combatants. Just watch out for the really big purple ones that paint their faces. As far as they care, you're a mutant and therefore Must Be Eliminated. You might get mindfucked by them
[Reggie twirls their finger around in sarcastic enthusiasm]
"Warrior Race, whoop-dee-doo. It's a damn miracle they even got off this planet in the first place instead of just hitting the rocket with a rock.
"Yeah, I know about them. Something like 'subjugators' that beat people that step out of line. It's easy to avoid them because they're not exactly quiet."
Rey! What's it like working for the people of Phandalin? Did you ever see yourself being a public figure?
“For? I don’t work for them! I work f--... I work... Hm. What on earth is my relationship with them...
“Whatever.
“To answer the second part, of course I did! I’m a performer, an artist! A musician! I was destined to be the talk of the town! Of the country!
“I’m working on the ‘country’ part.”
Hey Rey! How do you feel about aligning yourself with gods? Do you think you'll ever be dedicated to one sole deity?
"Thought about it now and then, but aligning yourself with a higher power usually feels like just... Pledging your life to someone who may just abandon you if you don't follow some arbitrary rules.
"If I'm going to make a fool of myself in front of someone to get them to help me, I'd at least like the option to gut them if they failed to deliver, you know? You don't get that with gods.
"On the other hand... Lichdom is so tempting..."
what would/do rey and bon think of each other? 👀
Rey: “I barely got to meet him. It’s not often you see a goblin hoisting around books, though, so I’m curious.”
Bon: “I’m not going anywhere near that thing. I’ve read enough stories about corrupt court jesters to keep a ten foot pole between me and everyone that dresses like one.”
