ooc: Hang on, if Dave is dead, who's writing about Roland?
My brain hurts.
No seriously, it does, maybe I've been inside too long.
Pseok patience was stretched rather thin: being trapped in a cage that didn't let him spread his wings was doing little to help his nerves which were probably strechted big enough to cover a tennis stadium.
Pseok: "Forget Fisher, get me out of here and I'll help you kill him myself, and gladly, just like the other guy! Just find some way of opening the thing and we'll get going! I'll fly you to wherever you want, I'll gut him myself, just hurry up!"
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