*Since she can't resist.*
So, how many 'poor, innocent souls' did you save from imprisonment against their will in the dungeon?
*switches from distressed to smug on a dime*
AHHH yes, the dungeon, the
dungeon, now
there’s a tale for the ages! Bards will sing my name for centuries after my exploits! But to save them the trouble, I shall regale you with my tales of adventure.
So I got there, in my shining armor (I’m talking SHINY, like, the full moon was just REFLECTING off that ****), and what should I hear but the screams of the tormented? Of course, I knew there was
justice to be done. SO, I waltzed in and asked where the dungeon was. The sinister secretary was like “Oh? You wish to enter the dungeon? Instead of running away, you are coming right towards it?” and I was like “Hell yeah”, but everyone found that
humorous for some reason, not unlike the rest of the insane PvP gentlemen.
So they escort me down, and... I’ll admit my memory’s just a
tad fuzzy at this part, but I’m
sure it’s not too important. The bards can manage with three fourths a story. I’ll be famous! Even more than you! Heeheeheehee!
*sits down, descends into incoherent rambling*