[b][u]𝕎𝕖𝕨 𝕃𝕒𝕕![/u][/b] came the sarcastic shout from Vark after the foreigner's tirade. "That's some bloody gay shit you just said, but we'll get it better; 'sides our party needs a bard or talker of sorts." he said, before receiving a call. "Yes mom. Yes, I'll get you the rings of nibellung. Yes I told Wotan - no I won't call him dad - I'd have his sword back, but the door to Walahalla was locked last time. Mom fuck off." he finished before putting it away and glaring at those around him. "Anyway, I recorded all of that and what you said will be a good copy-pasta, on par with the one about traps not being gay perhaps! I shall post this very soon, get quite a few keks from the others I shall." 

He tapped his staff on the floor to have his sword appear in his hand, and giggle a little. "Right lads, let's fuck 'em up!" he shouted, to run out and somehow also shoot his gun at the same time despite arms being occuppied. After a minute or two he returned realizing that once again he left without much of a cause. 

"Alright, so where are we starting? Let's go perhaps to some hospitals and orphanages and such and ask about some babies arriving under suspicious circumstances; true it'll take too long to wait for a hero to mature but if this hero has some heirlooms we can take his shit that'll help us fight the overlord, right? Or any other ideas?"