<strong>"His doom? Maybe. My doom? Certainly not. I can damn well nip the unlife right out of any rotting corpse with delusions of grandeur we come across. Lord knows I can have YOU on the ground and kissing my boots before you'd know what hit you."</strong>Sayla bragged, leaning back in her seat and raising one leg slightly to point a boot at the man for emphasis. Kinda. The positioning was a bit awkward for that, considering the table.<br/><br/><strong>"You can't tell me you aren't bored to death sittin' in Sandpoint day in and day out? How can you not want to rush out there and get some adventure under your belt, like Ameiko did? Hell, she owns this place and SHE looks like she's about to run off due to sheer boredom. Why can't we slip out for a few nights and find us some treasure and fighting? Think how much ale you can buy if even one crate of unbroken glassworks is in the ship!"</strong>