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[kepthishead]

 [just outside the Caves of Despair, two boys suddenly find themselves teleported to the entrance.  One is covered in dirt and sweat, a few superficial cuts on his face bleeding sluggishly, his sword covered in blood and ichor. The other ... well who knows what his face looks like under that hair and his glasses? NOT YOU, THAT'S WHO

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[gavehimhead]

It was interesting, at least.

[actionpainting]

Was that the motivating factor behind the trip, or was there anger that needed to be channeled into violence?

[gavehimhead]

Elliot was bored. And he typically has plenty of anger that needs to be channeled into something more productive.

[actionpainting]

Nobody's told him about the magic of knitting, huh?

[gavehimhead]

I wouldn't want to risk him stabbing someone with a knitting needle.

[actionpainting]

There's always the plastic kind they give to small children and dangerous inmates? Less stabbing damage that way, unless he decides to go for the eyes.

[gavehimhead]

I didn't know they made them in plastic. It would certainly help if he would consent to doing something like that, but I doubt he would ever knit.

[actionpainting]

Not manly enough for him?

[gavehimhead]

Something like that. It just doesn't seem like it would suit him.

[actionpainting]

Yeahhh, the more I talk to him the more I see that. He's got the most anti-knitting personality ever.

[gavehimhead]

Not everyone would have a talent for it, I suppose. To each his own.

[actionpainting]

True! And his own just happens to be stabbing things.

So Elliot's a pal of yours?

[gavehimhead]

Ah, Elliot is my master, the scion of the Nightray dukedom. He's also a bit of an idiot.

[actionpainting]

He's not gonna send you to the dungeons for saying that, is he?

[gavehimhead]

No, but he might yell about it.

[actionpainting]

Is that how he communicates?