Lai Fanli grunts. "I keep telling Oswald... archers can't compete against opponents this difficult. Where is the 'love' he keeps promising me?" At that, his bow falls from his cooling fingers.

As he begins his journey back to the lifestone, Torgrym is heard to mutter, "Damn. Bloke must use that Virindi thing... whassit... that funny gear stuff. I'm too... elite... for this..."

Torgrym glares over his orb at Zen Tek Ken. "Ya precious great pansy - wossamatta, been sittin' down in Black Spawn Den too long? Do the sun hurt yer eyes?"

Den-Ru tries to cast healing spell, but is too weak. "Bah. Wear a robe, get sliced open by hollow weapons. Wear armor, become too heavy to move. Well, all you're getting from me is a sackful of those useless damned robes that old fool Celdiseth knits!"

Torgrym glares over his orb at Zen Tek Ken. "Loik the Tumies say, mate, 'zhtufu ah gahrede.' That means 'silence, loser, or meet me outside.' Er... kinda, anyway."