[He's going to have to be dragged kicking and screaming to that lake. Other people are free to think screwing around in a lake is fun, but he wants no part in it.
With a click of his tongue he pulls a book ("Mind of My Mind" by Octavia Butler) out of his bag, proceeding to shake it to try and remove the Solmaran sand from between its pages.]
Not much. The place is a fucking wasteland, and Borealis needs a backbone.
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Then I'm skipping the agenda.
[He's going to have to be dragged kicking and screaming to that lake. Other people are free to think screwing around in a lake is fun, but he wants no part in it.
With a click of his tongue he pulls a book ("Mind of My Mind" by Octavia Butler) out of his bag, proceeding to shake it to try and remove the Solmaran sand from between its pages.]
Not much. The place is a fucking wasteland, and Borealis needs a backbone.