...That was it.<br/><br/>He had taken as much as he could take from this condescending little bastard. Year after year they played this noxious game of back and forth and Vernasus had had enough. Enough of the random skin rashes, enough of the coughing fits, the stomach spasms and on very rare occasions... the bloody urine. Every single time it was the same thing... Valetni spiking his drinks, or tainting his bedsheets or STEALING HIS DAMN CLOTHES, and every time Vernasus beating and bruising him in return, to ill effect.<br/><br/>Vernasus smacks the pouch out of Valetni's hand, sending it spilling against the nearby wall. He then grabbed Valetni by the collar of his robes and pulled him in close...<br/><br/>He whispered into Valetnis ear, through clenched teeth.<br/>"Now you listen to me, you wretched little bastard. I've had as much as I can take of this constant game of cat and mouse. Master Wolfram has made it extremely clear that we'll BOTH end up in some god forsaken nightmare of a place if this continues, so I strongly suggest you wander off to your shed as quickly as you can, bring me back a fresh pair of my orange vestments and we can forget all about this ridiculous ouroboros of torture."<br/><br/>"Otherwise..." Vernasus pulled back slightly to look Valetni in the eye.<br/>"Otherwise I make a brand new imprint on this lovely antique table with your face, Master Wolfram sends us both off to the middle of nowhere... AND I SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE MAKING YOU REGRET THE DAY YOUR DISGUSTING SUCCUBUS OF A MOTHER EVER SPAWNED YOU FROM HER FETID HELL HOLE"