I see no way that we can survive the next confrontation. The Party’s salvation is in diplomacy and negotiation, not fighting.
My big toe is very hairy.
We must somehow pit the two Draconian forces against each other and pick a side, help that side destroy the other, and then betray and abandon the victor and find an efficient way to fight HIM.
The pebbles on the ground are curiously reminiscent of seaside pebbles.
An alliance with my enemy from before and subsequent betrayal is a wonderfully tasting karmic action.
I know whom I wish to convince that I support and whose enemy I will fight.
What color is this, exactly? If I squint it looks blueish. Chatter. Cocksucka.