No spoilers
Butch:
This shit here is the view from our roof.
Tell me you don't want to climb that and assassinate Templars.
Off to see tombs today. I'm gonna open a coffin and free a lich. I hear tour guides love that.
[later]
Seems someone beat me to it. Nothing but skulls. Sigh.
Feminina:
Not even a candle? Or a single dagger?
Butch:
Not a one. And I set off a damn trap. Mrs McP got zapped by lightning and now I'm out of healing potions.
Loothound:
Dang, and just when one would be handy. I was able to buy a medallion off of someone yesterday that lets the wearer cast a 1st level Cure Wounds and a 3rd level Mass Cure Wounds once per long rest. Handy, very handy.
Also, are you really surprised, Butch? It's England, all of the liches probably hold high office.
Butch:
Ha! True. That fourth earl of Darby is a lich, no doubt.
I still say it's fucking weird they have medieval kings in boxes just out like that. Open that shit and you'll have to reload for sure.
I still haven't met a sorceress. I mean, shit, that's why I came here.
That sounds like a handy medallion.
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