Bleeri
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“One last binge is just what we needed, because tomorrow, we wake up as Flaming Fists!„
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Act Three edit
Bleeri, Dickon, and Oaknuzzle are celebrating a last drink before joining the Flaming Fist. While Bleeri and Oaknuzzle are comfortably drunk, they are trying to console Dickon, who is wasted for the first time in his life.
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Bleeri: What's the matter with you, freshie? I know you're green, but you don't have to turn green, heh!
- Oaknuzzle: He attacked that bottle like someone was going to give him a medal for it.
- Dickon: Urgh... I feel like I'm going to die.
- Bleeri: Nah, nah. Hold on until after training, then at least you'll get paid for dying. Or your next o' kin will, at least.
- Dickon: I don't have a... ugh... I don't have a sweetheart.
- Oaknuzzle: Wonder why, with you being such a catch right now.
- Bleeri: Don't you worry about that, freshie. Soon you'll have a handsome new uniform, coin in your pocket, and the pick of the finest strange the city's got to offer! And the first round can be on you.
- Dickon: Don't even mention drink...
- Oaknuzzle: You've gone and done it now.
- Bleeri: He's a big boy, supposedly. Not like I forced it down his neck.
- Oaknuzzle: You've gone and done it now.
- Dickon: Don't even mention drink...
- Bleeri: Don't you worry about that, freshie. Soon you'll have a handsome new uniform, coin in your pocket, and the pick of the finest strange the city's got to offer! And the first round can be on you.
- Oaknuzzle: Wonder why, with you being such a catch right now.
- Dickon: I don't have a... ugh... I don't have a sweetheart.
- Bleeri: Nah, nah. Hold on until after training, then at least you'll get paid for dying. Or your next o' kin will, at least.
- Dickon: Urgh... I feel like I'm going to die.