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Terribly amused by the idea of befriending a creature and then enacting betrayal upon it, Bar spend next no time worrying about the feminity in the party, even if the increase thereof was seemingly present. 

After seeing how kiki collapsed under 'a few hits', Bar shook his head. Mumbling to himself as he was making his way back to the stream he had used as a bath, he thought to himself: 
"Change in boobies happened. Wonder what would happen if change in leadership..." Bar had a cold shiver run up his spine.
"Change is..." He paused as his breath became deeper "...gooood." His warm breath nearly sounded like a waterfall as the memory of thanking a goblin, the skull of whom he would yet add to his collection, left Bar with a burning passion for betrayal. 
"Hehehe..." 
He rubbed the blood of his hands, walked over to the one 'uncertain' of their gender, put down his axe, tried grabbing their arm, shaking it once if successful and then thanking 'it'. As he collected the crude weapon once more, he left the other members untouched.
Though all that happened in one quick succession of events, Bar felt not the passion he had once felt. The flames thereof were not hot enough. There was no thrill, no power, no strength.. nothing. 

Though it took him most of his mental capacity to hold in his wretched reaction of laughter and the puny feelings of joy or even compassion, he believed he managed to walk away from the rest without, at least relatively, losing face.  
He returned to the river yet a second time. Wandering in his confusion, he wondered. Should he strike now, maybe later? The idea did not sit well with Bar. Yelling loudly at Seethe: "And you too!!" 

Bar looked at his reflection in the mirror.   
"Perhaps watermelons think their green makes them friendly." It had finally hit him. "They missed me for that, I bet!" Bar felt a sensational disrespect. "I'm not weak. I will win... I must..."

The near naked barbarian searched his pile of loot for something more suitable. His green skin would reveal his true motives of change and dominion too soon. "Clothes? Too hot!... Boots? To small!... A cape?.. hmm, maybe... " The barbarian digged on as he talked to himself. 

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Bar grabs Hymn's arm, shakes it and thanks Hymn.
Makes his way to the stream, yells "you too" at Seethe.
Bar considers wearing more than only a codpiece before venturing forward. 
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