Saturday, 15 September 2012

Kirsten Ups the Stakes.

Kirsten snorts. "Sure, why not boss. After all, if he get's frisky you don't need your dagger to blast the bastard with a lightning bolt."

She looks the thugs in the eye.

"What? You think they'd send ordinary mooks to recover a cursed magical stone." She laughs contemptuously. "Go on boss. Give 'em a taster. Something small but showy so they don't crap in their breeches."

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