
“That plum prosecco! Oh, gods, never again, never again... Solemn oath, solemn vow, solemn... wuurrgh!„
Involvement[edit | edit source]
Act Three[edit | edit source]
Dickon, Bleeri, and Oaknuzzle are celebrating a last drink before joining the Flaming Fist. Although Bleeri and Oaknuzzle are comfortably drunk, Dickon feels ill from being drunk in the first time in his life.
Idle banter[edit | edit source]
Dickon: I think... I think I'm better now. Can't miss my first roll call for the Fists.
- Oaknuzzle: You might want to wash up, first. Got a few souvenirs from the night stuck to your chin.
- Bleeri: Aye, and you smell like that place down the docks where they dump out the fish guts.
- Dickon: Urrgh... why'd you have to say that?
- Bleeri: Aye, and you smell like that place down the docks where they dump out the fish guts.
Bleeri: Deep breaths, laddie. You'll be right in no time.
- Oaknuzzle: Good, because we have no time - this leaky wineskin's due back at barracks.
- Bleeri: Half the new recruits will be in the same way - there's no rush. Keep sucking in that sea air. Good for what ails you.
- Dickon: Ale? Don't even say it...
- Bleeri: Half the new recruits will be in the same way - there's no rush. Keep sucking in that sea air. Good for what ails you.