[color=ed1c24]"The job is rather simple actually. We go to where a certain artifact is kept, we kill anyone trying to take it, then we grab it and run our asses back to our employer before we die on this quest. I'm assuming you're coming along with us?"[/color]

Stride spit again. This curse was annoying as shit.

[color=ed1c24]"In that case, I'll tell you about the rest of our squad as it currently stands. I'm the squads resident mage and a bit of a summoner on the side, Grox has a giant... quaggoth, I think it's called, as a sort of mount. We have an ogre who is remisque of being a paladin, and that's all I know of so far. Oh, and should I mention one other thing..."[/color]

Stride spat one final time in the cup, knocking it over and onto the floor.

[color=ed1c24]"Try to kill me and I will tear off your bloody legs one by one, then forcefully feed them to you from your arsehole, shoving them in 2 at a time."[/color]

Westley leaned back in his chair and spoke again.

[color=ed1c24]"With that out of the way, what are you packing in terms of power, my arachnid ally?"[/color]

Over at the blacksmiths shop, the UFO began speaking to the short little goblin in the same voice.

[color=8dc73f]>: I AM THE SUMMON OF MY MASTER 'STRIDE'. TO GET IN ON THIS MISSION, FOLLOW THIS OGRE TO THE INN WHERE MY MASTER AND GROX ARE LOCATED. TAKING ME APART WILL ALSO PROVIDE NO PARTS, AS I FADE AWAY AFTER BEING DAMAGED ENOUGH OVER TIME.[/color]