A weapon for a slime
Aeldrya was soon back with a couple of beers. She handed the dwarf one without a word and sat down next to him. They both took a big drink. The dwarf finished it with a single gulp. "This beer is disgusting." "It's the best I have!" "Well, it's horrible." "That tongue of yours is only good for talking nonsense." "At least I can talk without a stool." "With who? You don't have friends to talk to." "And you don't have a chest! Flat chest!" "Pff, yours isn't that big either." "But at least I have." ‘This chat is becoming weird…’ "Damn elf!" "Damn dwarf!" “You really are the most annoying woman I know.” “And you are the most grumpy woman I know.” ‘Wait a minute, did she said woman? Woman... woman… wo… man…’ [Resistance “Dementia” is now at level 4.] "Ah! I almost forgot why I
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