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Slade, covered in goblin’s blood, came up to a man who seemed to be hanging out by himself outside the Second Wind and started a conversation with him regardless if the man wanted it or not.
Slade: ”Man, those goblin’s sure make a mess. You know what I’m sayin’? Hahaha.”
Slade's approach was met with silence.
Slade:”Of course you do. Hmm.” He pulled out a bottle of spirits. ”You look like a drinker! Share a bottle?”
The man swayed, but remained silent.
Slade:”That’s okay, I’ll drink for us both.” He took a large sip from underneath his mask, some of the liquid dribbling down his face. ”Ahh, refreshing. So what brings you to this little crap hole?"
Silence once again. He didn’t seem to be the conversational type.
Slade:”Don’t want to talk about it eh? I hear that!” He tossed the bottle back once more. ”I bet it’s lady troubles. It’s always lady troubles.”
The wind picked up for a moment.
The man slowly turned away from Slade.
Slade:”Ah, now don’t be that way! I won’t talk another word about it okay? No need to hide your tears here! Neck up good chap!”
As the wind died down, the man turned back towards Slade.
Slade:”Ha! See? But yeah, I feel ya man. I was tryin’ to fancy up with this lass the other day and she just wouldn’t have none of it! All she could go on about is how ‘I killed her dog’ and ‘I’m some kind of monster!’ and ‘Are you %#!$ crazy?!’ The nerve! I mean, I thought the thing was a wolf! I was saving her life, can’t she see that? And there’s no need for that kinda language!”
Still nothing but silence from the man.
Slade:”Oh, and don’t even get me started on how much she reminded me of my mom! …”
Slade seemed to go on like this for hours, though truth be told it was closer to fifteen minutes.
A guard approached Slade, just returning from his fifteen minute break. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
Slade:”Making conversation! Something I’m sure you’re not too familiar with!” Slade put away the now empty bottle and started to walk past the guard.
Guard:”You know that man’s dead right?”
Slade:”Hahaha, You’re tellin’ me! It’s like talking to a wall! But sure is a damn good listener!”
Guard:"No, the man is hung!"
Slade:"Hey, bud. I didn't ask, he didn't tell. Alright?"
Slade Walked off into the Second Wind for another drink. The guard sighed and went back to her post next to the hanging corpse.
Slade: ”Man, those goblin’s sure make a mess. You know what I’m sayin’? Hahaha.”
Slade's approach was met with silence.
Slade:”Of course you do. Hmm.” He pulled out a bottle of spirits. ”You look like a drinker! Share a bottle?”
The man swayed, but remained silent.
Slade:”That’s okay, I’ll drink for us both.” He took a large sip from underneath his mask, some of the liquid dribbling down his face. ”Ahh, refreshing. So what brings you to this little crap hole?"
Silence once again. He didn’t seem to be the conversational type.
Slade:”Don’t want to talk about it eh? I hear that!” He tossed the bottle back once more. ”I bet it’s lady troubles. It’s always lady troubles.”
The wind picked up for a moment.
The man slowly turned away from Slade.
Slade:”Ah, now don’t be that way! I won’t talk another word about it okay? No need to hide your tears here! Neck up good chap!”
As the wind died down, the man turned back towards Slade.
Slade:”Ha! See? But yeah, I feel ya man. I was tryin’ to fancy up with this lass the other day and she just wouldn’t have none of it! All she could go on about is how ‘I killed her dog’ and ‘I’m some kind of monster!’ and ‘Are you %#!$ crazy?!’ The nerve! I mean, I thought the thing was a wolf! I was saving her life, can’t she see that? And there’s no need for that kinda language!”
Still nothing but silence from the man.
Slade:”Oh, and don’t even get me started on how much she reminded me of my mom! …”
Slade seemed to go on like this for hours, though truth be told it was closer to fifteen minutes.
A guard approached Slade, just returning from his fifteen minute break. “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
Slade:”Making conversation! Something I’m sure you’re not too familiar with!” Slade put away the now empty bottle and started to walk past the guard.
Guard:”You know that man’s dead right?”
Slade:”Hahaha, You’re tellin’ me! It’s like talking to a wall! But sure is a damn good listener!”
Guard:"No, the man is hung!"
Slade:"Hey, bud. I didn't ask, he didn't tell. Alright?"
Slade Walked off into the Second Wind for another drink. The guard sighed and went back to her post next to the hanging corpse.