Da. This is going very well already.Thomas barked out a laugh. There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it's going well?Mouse sneezed.Eight, Thomas correct...
Lea stood upon a fallen log ahead of us, staring ahead. Mouse walked up to her.Gggrrrr rawf arrrgggrrrrarrrr, I said.Mouse gave me an impatient glance, and somehow--I don't know if it was something in...
I realized then what had happened.She had turned us--all of us, except for Mouse--into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds.Wonderful! Lea said, pirouetting upon one toe, laughing. Come, children! And she...
So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?
Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.
If you turn into a hideous monster and I am sent to slay you, I will remember this and make it as painless as I can, out of respect for you.