Dragoncrest Cliffs We can bow 'cause our music's warmer than blood

Oh, he shot back, the name thus clarified. Though. . .Easy? What the fuck? You talk to her about it? Blackbear's pretty chill; she probably understands. But maybe not. Dunno--Verx was questioning his entire knowledge of the girl, now that a second moniker had been revealed.

Vercingetorix shrugged. As long as you don't sit on your ass and do nothing for the rest of your life, you'll get better, he said simply. Takes practice. All you can do is improve from here; you're a smart dude, you learn from your mistakes.

And as for that second question. . . Well, he was wondering much the same. He had half a mind to storm down to Rusalka right now and wreak some havoc. Costs and benefits, I guess, he answered. Is it really worth it, the extra slice of land, if we lose soldiers in the process? Sure, if they come here, we have the home advantage. But Blackhead knows that sound pretty well; we go down there and we're headed into an ambush.

Verx scoffed. I wanna fuck 'em up, too, he muttered. Then he glanced at Ephraim. But the taste of blood ain't worth losing your friends over something stupid.