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"Now damien....the last time I tried alcohol...what happened?" San grins

"Of course. Then, i suggest that you double your meditation times. On the other hand, what you describe does not sound like a problem to me... where is the fish in this river ?"

"Fish in the.....well, I see a rather large problem here, she currently wants to kill me...which reminds me, on your way here, did you happen to see any slightly injured pretty half-elfs?"

Damien raises an eyebrow.
"Oh indeed, what a coincidence. She had an axe wound, which had not quite penetrated the lung, but with four broken ribs and without a proper bandage it would have been only a question of time. She seemed to have been either quite tough or extremely lucky though, since IF the orcish axe would have been as half as sharp as her own blade, you would now have two pretty quarter-elves... Oh, as well as some minor blessures, and a very strange looking bite on the shoulder. It lacked orcish toothprints."

"The bite...would be mine....thats her alright...I hope she wasent too much trouble for you"

"Trouble ? Of course not. Could you explain WHY she should be after your head - you were not trying out orcish mating rituals, did you ? You know - stone-on-head-and-pull-into-cave-tactics ?"

"more like she-wouldent-cook-so-I-bit-her tactics"

"Aaaaa-HA. If it's only a bite... well... now that you have prooved your primal courage to her, how about... flowers ? And.. are you sure that you should not change your hut into a cave ?"

San nearly hits the floor again

"Flowers...!?"

"Well, an excuse COULD do the same trick... both could save your head now."
Damien winks.
"And manners could have done that before."

"You mean, I should be nice to her!?"

"There are two necessary skills to deal with a dragon : Politeness, and respect."

"....We are talking about women, not large scaley reptiles my friend"

San winks

"I am talking of manners and how to avoid a bad fate..."

"t'is true, both will shoot you with rather large flames if you do not be nice...mmhh.."

"Yes. You should consider to excuse - this will also restore your inner balance."

"What about her balance?"

"Of course, you will have to restore it, the same action CAN help. Otherwise, you could also write your will, just for the case... Women can be so hot-tempered sometimes..."

"..wonderfull......now I'm definately going to get killed by her"

Damien raises an eyebrow.
"Things you have caused, you can solve. There is no harmony without insight."

"That may be true...but there is no Sean if female doesent like his "insight" "

"Don't worry. She will not kill you because of this bite of yours - that would be not satisfying enough. She'll just want to see you crouch.."

San winces

"I never said I NEVER wanted to have childrens again..."

"Well... she'll do that slowly, especially whith much elven blood in her. Then, she will... Of course, you also have the choice to ecxuse..."

"ahhh! when she comes back, I am taking all of her weapons away..." He mutters

Damien raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms.
"I never said she would use weapons. Obviously, you don't know elven women when angry..."

San rubs his cheek in memory of something

"..I know that gala can slap hard..."

Damien nods.
"Of course, you have still a little time to think, when she got you crawling on the floor and begging..."

"you have to be kidding..."

Damien does not look as if he would be kidding, and looks back at sean, his arms crossed and one eyebrow a little raised.