#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Well, only the voices in my own head." A smile.

"Tell'm to get bent."

"Sure, I can call luck, but when the beast comes to battle, I needs must hide and hope?" A sigh.

"Um, you HAVE been in battle?"

"And ya'll can be stabby-pokey-swish. Pirate shit."

"Lord Aiden says there is no shame in guiding forces from a commanding position, but it still feels... well, I want to be PART of things, right?"

"Sure! And, like, as a squire, a bit of derring-do will help shiny up your star."

"You'll have to help me on my derring-do's and derring-don'ts!"

"Sure. Hey, you think we could use the smog monster chemicals to fuel a Dreaming rocket?"

"I ain't wanna do the sentient chimera as fuel thing, that's slavery."

"You don't think the monster is sentient the same way, like, my friends are?"

"Do we know if it IS sentient? If it's just a mindless beast that wants to rage and create chemical pollution, who knows... it might LIKE being a fuel cell."

"Point. And then it won't be hurtin' everyone here..."

Thoughtful. "Rocket!"

"Or at least, Rocket FUEL."

With a soft background of popcorn popping and chimes, the two plot and plan....

(Scene!)