From the Wizard's Keep, at the end:>what they did
Feels like part of a large sentence.
From the Caravanner:>...fewer want to price gouge him over pikkoli pelts
Just feels wrong.
From the Breaker:>third is that would leave the only possibility being my death
Doesn't make much sense in context.
Kudos on being wasted on us, I guess. Chuckled at most of the interactions, and I'm noticing most foes are less fatal. You also made the Master a much more attractive target for stabbing.>Woodsman 3
Three years I spent in the woods, learning to cook. Three years I spent putting out fires and learning how to dispose of toxic materials without damaging the environment.
Then I got Donkey, and my cooking improved immeasurably. Mostly due to him warning me when stuff's burning whenever I'm too busy staring at the pretty flames...>Housecarl 1
Turns out thatch huts burn twice as bright as regular campfires. Always enjoyed sneaking to the enemy camp then running with a blaze licking at my feet. Until the day I saw a blaze brighter than any I'd seen->Blacksmith 3
She caught me staring at the purdy flames of her forge, then almost broke my arm thinking I was some kind of perverted weirdo. If it wasn't for Donkey giving her the ol' donk kick, she may've broken something!
When she approached me three years later, I insisted on having a small wedding first. I snuck glances in between the wedding and bridal night enjoying the view of the traditional burning effigy present in all northern weddings.
One day, I shall claim that sword! I just need to craft some sort of flammable armor so as to force the burning man to part with it.>Wizard's Keep
The legends were true, the secret to spontaneous flame ignition is within my grasp.>Academic
The forge wasn't nearly hot enough for what armor I planned to forge, so after discussing/wrestling with wifey, we headed West hoping to learn the latest in smithing tech.
She was observably jealous of the way I stared at the Professor.