8th Wave

[tentacruelest]

Th' next time this Barge feels like poking around in my head, I'll be keeping to my quarters. The lot of yeh - useless dregs not fit to scrub a floor. It's bad enough I'm locked in here with you, I don't need to call any of yeh friends.

[Private to Bush]

Was dealing with me yerself so difficult that you sought to work through less offensive channels, Captain?

[Private to Arthas]

A word, my king.

[Can you feel that heavy sarcasm, Arthas?]

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[text/some time later]

[routemistress]

You know nothing about me or my friends. Well, I apologised and made the offer. On your own head be it.

[text/some time later]

[tentacruelest]

I can promise you one thing; whatever else happens, it will not be boring.