Whоre
Class: Female, Human, Merchant, Thorwaler
We don’t want anybody like you around here.
The entry hall of the building reeks of cheap perfume. An imposing lady comes up to you and barks:
“We don’t want anybody like you around here.”“Neither do we.”
“You think our bucks stink as bad as this place?”
“You must be joking!”
“Good, we’re seeing eye to eye then. Get moving. The faster the better.”
“Your money stinks, you stink, and neither my girls nor my till would get any pleasure from associating with you.”
“We could be quite unpleasant, though!”
“You don’t mince words, do you?”
“But we’re customers just like anybody else!”
“You want to know what’s a joke? Weenies like you lot walking around free and alive!”
“And you don’t look dead… yet.”
“You ain’t gonna entice any customers that way.”
“That’s enough. Let’s go.”
“Even so I don’t seem to be getting through to you. You’re still standing around here, scaring away valuable customers. Beat it, before I have your necks broken!”
“You’re not like anybody else around here, ‘cause they’ve got guts, nor are you customers, at least not at my place. Did you get that, or do I have to carve it on your chests?”
“That’s enough. Get them, girls!”
“There won’t be any customers while you are stinking up my entrance hall. And since you don’t seem prepared to leave, I guess we’ll have to help you along.
Dear ladies, do away with these runny-nosed weenies. But hurry, and watch out you don’t get blood on the carpet.”
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