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>Thaark, you could ask her what it was like growing up in the temple. Maybe get an idea on how all those lovely priestesses lived~
You grew up in the temple as an orphan, right? Like most priest and priestesses? How was it like, growing up in a place like that?
It wasn’t anything special. I mean, we aren’t a super strict gathering, after all. So it’s like most places… you went to school, you hung around with friends, you practice some necromancy… oh, and then there’s the orgies on Thursdays.
…really?
Of course not! We aren’t some weird fucking fetish cult, you perv!
I have to admit, for a moment there I was considering visiting the temple more often.
A lot of people visit for that reason… knowing that we aren’t chaste and believing it gets lonely on temple duty… it doesn’t generally work out…
>You could ask how Thaark got into the Mercenary business, along with his two buddies.
Well, there aren’t a lot of job opportunities when you a casteless bastard, so I just went with the flow, really. Both of my brothers joined up for the same reason, really. I’m just lucky the Larvate brotherhood was willing to train me and my brothers.
Brother… as in blood or do you mean Theen and… whatever the other guy name is.
Theen and Thuul… yeah… we’ve been together since we were thrown out on the streets as kids… we mostly tried to keep our ribcages to touching our spines before the brotherhood found us.
>Tera, you could ask him what brings him over to this part of the world.
Well, work mostly… and a sense for adventure, I guess. We were thinking about heading back to the marches last year, but they’ve had a lot of trouble with floods lately.
Floods?
It’s been a really rainy season down there, causing the river and marches to overflow. Quite the opposite of the climate up here, really.
>Something to note, Terra, is that you can kinda 'see' Thaark's face, thanks to those scars, right? And on top of that, I've heard it said that there's a story behind every scar.
Hmm… most scars I can’t remember how I got… and… t-those that I r-remember I… I don’t w-want to talk about them…
So, they are both scars on the body as well as the soul?
…I guess… Let’s just drop the scars, alright?
Fair enough. Of course, I have to ask, isn’t being a merc a bit... well… it’s fucking dangerous, right? Haven’t you ever considered settling down and having some kids?
Well… yes… I’m going to have some problem getting kids but… probably going to try and settle down when I find the right one. Oh, and you’re really vulgar for being a priest, you know that?
I keep getting berated for swearing in the temple so… I guess I’m just taking the opportunity to get this shit out of my system while I’m outside the freaking temple.
…I have no idea if I should find that attractive or not.
You’re already drooling over me like a dog smelling a bitch, so you don’t really need to drool over that too. I mean, I can almost hear the drool hitting the floor every time you check out my bum.
…and now I don’t know if I should be offended or take that as a joke… Wait, how do you know that I keep checking out your butt? You’re blind, you aren’t supposed to…
I wasn’t sure before, but I am know!
…walked right into that one, didn’t I?
And they call me blind! Err… I went a bit overboard there, didn’t I… sorry…
No need to apologize.
…so… If we can’t talk about scars… how about… necromancy? I can feel you have some necromantic power pulsing inside you.
W-w-wait, you c-can feel t-that!?
Both of your front legs and your left are dead, aren’t they?
Y-you can’t f-feel- um… yes… they are dead… l-lost him combat… it’s like scars, y-you know?
…What can’t I feel?
N-nothing! F-forget about it… err… changing subject, how about some tee w-when we get to the city? T-that would be nice, right?
Insert Always check the booty for traps_
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