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Griss: So tell me again, why do we need to wear these stupid red hats?
Hirge: It's Ilmarian tradition.
Griss: Right, I forgot.
You: And we actually do see them on our heads! Crazy, isn't it?
Adaon: Yeah, and it makes you look like a dork.
Griss: Shut up, little red riding hood.
Hirge: Hey, Threemas is about grace and charity, not insulting each other.
Adaon: Shouldn't there be a tree, with candles and stuff? I thought this was Ilmarian tradition too?
You: Sorry about that. I found this awesome axe, but haven't figured out how to chop a single tree with it.
Adaon: Then let's get this present thing over with, shall we? By the way, had to dump yours in the sewers. Either that or getting stabbed by the previous owner.
Hirge: Never mind. It's the effort that matters.
-Rustling of paper-
Griss: What a nice medaillon. Thank you. This goes well with my new platemail boots.
You: Oh, a book: "Swampdonkeys and Other Mythical Beast". What the hell is a swampdonkey?
-More rustling-
Hirge: Theater tickets, how kind.
Griss: Those guys at New Anthur have a new play. It's called "The Walking Dead". Thought you might enjoy it.
Adaon: Traitor's chain shirt? What's that supposed to mean? I told you it was nothing personal.
You: Relax, it emphasizes the blue in your eyes.
Adaon: Yeah, right. Are we done now?
Griss: Oh, I almost forgot, a letter arrived for you this morning. It says "From across the sea - with love" and there was a pearl attached.
You: Ugh, I don't want to talk about that.
Hirge: So how about some booze to lift our spirits? I just turned 21.
You: I have some of Figuld's best in my cellar.
Adaon: Didn't know this house had a cellar.
You: It's well hidden. Took me a dozen detection scrolls to actually find it.
Griss: Anything interesting down there?
You: No, just crap. Some old shards and strange red keys with numbers. Dumped it all in the Bluemist.
Hirge: It's really a shame there are no trash cans around here.
Adaon: Yeah, so what about this booze again...
Griss: So tell me again, why do we need to wear these stupid red hats?
Hirge: It's Ilmarian tradition.
Griss: Right, I forgot.
You: And we actually do see them on our heads! Crazy, isn't it?
Adaon: Yeah, and it makes you look like a dork.
Griss: Shut up, little red riding hood.
Hirge: Hey, Threemas is about grace and charity, not insulting each other.
Adaon: Shouldn't there be a tree, with candles and stuff? I thought this was Ilmarian tradition too?
You: Sorry about that. I found this awesome axe, but haven't figured out how to chop a single tree with it.
Adaon: Then let's get this present thing over with, shall we? By the way, had to dump yours in the sewers. Either that or getting stabbed by the previous owner.
Hirge: Never mind. It's the effort that matters.
-Rustling of paper-
Griss: What a nice medaillon. Thank you. This goes well with my new platemail boots.
You: Oh, a book: "Swampdonkeys and Other Mythical Beast". What the hell is a swampdonkey?
-More rustling-
Hirge: Theater tickets, how kind.
Griss: Those guys at New Anthur have a new play. It's called "The Walking Dead". Thought you might enjoy it.
Adaon: Traitor's chain shirt? What's that supposed to mean? I told you it was nothing personal.
You: Relax, it emphasizes the blue in your eyes.
Adaon: Yeah, right. Are we done now?
Griss: Oh, I almost forgot, a letter arrived for you this morning. It says "From across the sea - with love" and there was a pearl attached.
You: Ugh, I don't want to talk about that.
Hirge: So how about some booze to lift our spirits? I just turned 21.
You: I have some of Figuld's best in my cellar.
Adaon: Didn't know this house had a cellar.
You: It's well hidden. Took me a dozen detection scrolls to actually find it.
Griss: Anything interesting down there?
You: No, just crap. Some old shards and strange red keys with numbers. Dumped it all in the Bluemist.
Hirge: It's really a shame there are no trash cans around here.
Adaon: Yeah, so what about this booze again...