Posted 28 October 2009 - 08:05 AM
Have to say this one right here:
A sense of great loss hangs over this elderly woman like a dark cloak. As you watch her, a long, sad sigh escapes her lips.
"Greetings..." you say.
She looks up at your face, cloudy eyes squinting and straining to see you clearly. "Forgive me, young cutter, but I'm an old woman and don't see so well...do I know ye?"
You respond, "Perhaps, but I don't know you."
She mulls your answer over for a moment, nodding. "What was it ye wanted, then?"
"I had some questions..."
"Questions?" Her expression curdles. "Oh, no...ye're an 'adventurer,' aren't ye? Name, job, and all that rot, eh? Well I won't have it! Off with ye!"
"No, I'm not...not really, at least..."
"Bar that!" The woman jabs her finger at you. "I've watched the Dustmen put the name o' me husband, damn his soul, me son and both me daughters on their Memorial, 'adventurers' all o' them! Why, I swung quite a sword *meself* in the day, so's I knows one when I meets one!" The old woman seems to be working herself into a fit; her face has become flushed and flecks of spittle fly from her lips as she howls at you.
"I'll bet ye've got all *sorts* o' barmy questions!" She mimics your heroic stance: "Greetin's, I have some questions...can ye tell me about this place? Who's the Lady o' Pain? I'm lookin' fer the magic Girdle o' Swank Iron, have ye seen it? Do you know where a portal ta the 2,817th Plane o' the Abyss might be? Do ye know where the Holy Flamin' Frost-Brand Gronk-Slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' Woundin' an' Returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-Out-Yer-Bum is?" She spits. "Dung, all o' it! Only gets ye in the Dead-Book! I ought ta kick ye in the shins fer even pesterin' a poor ol' woman about it all! Now go away an' leaves me in peace!"
classic...