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A Frosty Farewell

October 13, 2010

“Begone!” The rotting figure in front of Zavier moaned and a pustuled eyelid rolled sorrowfully down its sunken cheek. The orc sighed in exasperation. “Look, Pebblemuncher, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just not ready for the sort of commitment to a ghoul that the current rules of magic are forcing on us.”


“Well, you see. No! I am not getting into this conversation. I have considered our relationship and I renounce your company in favour of the chill of the grave. Return to whence you came!”

Zavier’d heart was as ice as he watched the ghoul sink slowly into the ground. Which was lucky really or he might have felt guilt at the look of anguish on it’s face.

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