"Menel, I often find it a cheap trick to use one's occupation against them. Everyone needs a job to keep them busy, may I ask what is your job?Those effected by the curse are often the most noble and seem trustworthy, but by night are vicious killers. We're not here to execute thieves or death searchers, but werewolves pal." said Boromir.
Then Boromir quickly turns his attention to Mac. "Woah, buddy, that seems a bit overboard to me, don't you think? Calm, cool, collected reasoning will get us through these montrosities. But just running around blindly like a madman calling for the death of wolves...you're going to turn this town into the Salem Werewolf Trials, and we all know how that turned out. If you make my job too hard I'm going to have to raise my rates, and no one likes that."
After that, Boromir began thinking of pancakes. I've never been too fond of a dwarf chef...seems kind of awkward. But, I guess this is no usual dwarf, he seems kind of crazy to me..."Hey Gil," he shouted "toss me one of 'em pancakes."
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