Krevlornswath &quot;Lorne&quot; of the Deathwok Clan

Oh. Oh, how... extraordinary. Mite green, isn't it all? Rather... bucolic...

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Yeah, yeah. Grass, leaves, emeralds; green like green things. Gosh, don't I not miss it back home.

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Well, I... rather thought you'd find the accretion of green very welcoming.

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Ooh no. Definitely a big no on feeling homey back home. That was a place of so much utter crap that I'd pay indecent amounts of money to never have to go back again. Ever.

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How, um. How extraordinary. And you bear a certain... likening... to those ~~garrulous creatures~~ gentlemen?

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[a long, suffering sigh.] That's my mother. They're...my family.

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Salazar...

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Oh. Well, yes. Of course. Your... illustrious mother.

Ever the... head of the family, isn't she? She's got a... sturdy... commanding presence about her.

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Her beard's thicker than the guys' from ZZ Top. Go ahead, you won't be insulting me with a real reaction. She's frightening.

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Do excuse me, but, well, can't be I'm overly fetching myself, by your eyes.

Bodily beauty's only a matter of perspective, isn't it? And if you must know, I'm rather fond of green, myself. House pride, and the likes.

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No, no. Actually you're a regular little stud-muffin.

Ohh, well now you're just sucking up! Which is okay, I won't deny enjoying it. But what's this about house pride?

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[A teeny girl with cat ears is staring dubiously at the memory.]

You CAN'T have dancing without music. It doesn't WORK.

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You won't get any argument from ME, little one! And there? That's a place where music didn't even exist. Ugh, atrocious.

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Why not?

An' how come they're primitive an' you're not?

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I don't know, it just doesn't. I've never really figured it out.

Oh honey, you do know the way to flatter a guy, huh?

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[Giggling at you now.]

How come they said your friend was a cow? 'Cause he's a boy-type-human.

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Yeah, that's what they call humans. They use them as slaves.

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That's dumb. Humans should be called humans. You have to use the right words or things get messed up.

That's probably why they don't have music, they messed everything up by naming it wrong.

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You got it right, honey. Making anything your slave and calling it a cow just isn't right. I'm so glad I got outta there while I could.

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So is there a Dance of Dignity in your brother's repertoire?

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Oddly enough there is, but it's intent is negated by the dance itself.

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It must be, if it's anything like the Dance of Honor. I'd never wondered what dance would be like without music, but I suppose we all know now.

Is this your first curse weekend?

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Sadly it's the worst thing ever. And they hate music! How can you hate music? Soulless louses, my family.

It is, but not my first curse. I'm pretty used to being screwed with whether by curses or other forms of magic. It usually doesn't end pleasantly, so I'm sitting here waiting for the other shoe to drop. Did you make it out in the clear this go-round?

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Completely soulless, it sounds like.

Oh, you had curses back home? I'm sorry to hear that, I was able to keep away from that until I was shoved in the city. I think this is the extent of yours, though, if it's like the one I remember- and weekends are always time for repeats.

I seem to be curse-free this go round. I'm sure the deities are saving it up for something terrible later on, though. They really seem to love me.

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Oh good, I don't think I could take more Memory Lane. We had our share of ups and downs, yeah. Trying to stop the bad guys in our part of the world made us something of targets.

Sounds unpleasant. Maybe they're giving you a break for once.

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Yes, trying to stop bad guys will do that. Did you have much luck with that?

A break? I doubt it. They're just letting the absence settle.

Would you still be free to talk sometime, by the way?

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