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destroy the system.”
MARISHA: Why are you doing this? Why me?
MATT: “Because a long time ago, I was a wayward
girl with no direction, was angry, and fighting at
the world. And someone did this for me.”
MARISHA: I don’t really believe in systems or
being a part of them, let alone a system that
takes down other systems. Seems almost
hypocritical.
MATT: “Perhaps. Who knows. Maybe one day you’ll
find the corruption inside our own.”
MARISHA: Touche.
MATT: “Go. Get some rest. Clean up a bit, I think
you could use it.”
MARISHA: You might have broke my wrist.
MATT: “It’ll heal. Zeenoth.” She slaps him awake.
His unconscious body on the ground.
MARISHA: Bye, Zeenoth! Zeenoth!
MATT: (coughing)
MARISHA: Zeenoth!
MATT: “Oh dear.”
MARISHA: Bye.
MATT: “Goodbye. I have such great pleasure in
saying goodbye, and good riddance.”
MARISHA: I leave.
MATT: You make your way back to the tavern, go
back into the room, and, exhaustedly, pass out.
Let’s bring everyone else back in.
MARISHA: Hi, friends. How’s it going?
TRAVIS: Are you alive?
LIAM: I’m sure everything went according to plan.
TALIESIN: Quiet dignity and grace.
MATT: As you all come to consciousness in the
morning, little sore, but recovered–mostly–from
the battle that wrecked you the evening before.
The fresh smells of cooked meats, and the sounds
of various patrons below in the inn tavern floor,
rouse you to the morning. What do you wish to do?
LIAM: Ah–
MARISHA: Hi, guys. Sorry I snuck in last night.
TRAVIS: How does she look?
MATT: She’s beat to shit.
TRAVIS: Oh, fuck! Did you get horse kicked?
MARISHA: Several times.
TRAVIS: Damn. How’s the horse look?
MARISHA: Horse is fucking dead. I ate it.
TRAVIS: That’s a bit excessive.
MARISHA: Horse is fucking fine. Hey, Jester, do
you have a bandage? Do you have a thing?
LAURA: Oh, yes! Of course I do. I have a lot of
bandages because I am the cleric.
TRAVIS: I don’t know if that bone’s supposed to be
sticking out of that part.
LAURA: Yes, I’m going to open the medical kit and
rummage around. Pull out some stuff. Give me your
wrist! I can definitely heal this.
TRAVIS: I bet Yasha can pop it back into place.
MARISHA: Yeah, crack.