Dickon
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“That plum prosecco! Oh, gods, never again, never again... Solemn oath, solemn vow, solemn... wuurrgh!„
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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
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.