white haired man:"sir,
please... think about what you are doing... as a friend, i am begging you to reconsider
meeting this man..."
brunnette:"lance, who was the one who suggested that i go on inactive duty so i could spend more time with my family?"
lance:"but
dylus, your brother is dead and gone, you have to face--"
dylus:"don't you dare finish that sentence! facts mean nothing
to me. fen's been assumed dead so many times, i'm not gonna just lay down and sob like a little girly boy."
lance:"so
i guess i can't talk you out of making yet another stupid mistake?"
dylus:"pretty much..."
dylus:"huh, wonder who he brought along?"
blonde:"well, well, well, mr.money bags decided to show up."
dylus:"hello to you too mr.geirstad..."
geirstad:"i've got the formula... the instructions for it's recipe have been sent by my personal meesager... so where's
the moola?"
dylus:"50million avan* has been already been desposited. now give me the damn formula..."
(*avan=the
currency of modeerf)
geirstad:"wait one moment..."
geirstad:"this piece of worthless slime was the magic adept we had to draw blood from. we have no use for him now...
we usually just kill our test subjects, but we thought you would be interested for an additional 50 mil..."
boy:"...i
never wanted to be a magic adept..."
