“So, wait, you’re going where?”
“Zeltros.”
“I thought that place was all bad memories and things and whatnot.”
“Well, yeah, frak went down, but where else am I gonna find beautiful ladies and strong drinks? Hapes sucked.”
“…fair enough, lady.”
“So.”
“…sooo?”
“So are you gonna help me pack some more booze or what?”
“Yeesh, Blinky, how much more do you need?”
“Meaning, ‘bitch, how much you going to leave on the ship for me?’”
“…yeah, that, sure. Uh-heh.”
“Well, considering I’m not coming back, probably all of it.”
“Whoa, whoa, woman, you’re just, uh, leaving? What the fluff, lady?”
“What? Don’t give me that look—yeah, you’re so doing it, I can tell, Blueboy. I can retire if I want to.”
“This is…retirement.”
“Yes.”
“And…you can do that?”
“In theory.”
“Cethgus doesn’t even know, does he?”
“Neither do Marick, Legorii, Enrordeth, Valt, Timeros, Andrelious, or anyone conceivably connected to the Summit, really.”
“..and you’re telling me why?”
“So you can help me pack booze, obviously. That, and tell everyone where we’ve gone.”
“We?”
“Me and all the ladies.”
“…the ladies.”
“Yes. Ladies. As in females. As in Arcona’s females. They’re all coming with me. Nath, Etain, K’tana, Inarya, Verse, Kooki, River, Saskia, Adi’ka…everyone.”
“…”
“You’re staring again, aren’t you?”
“I…you…wha…how…?”
“Vornskr got your tongue there, Blueballs?”
“…you mean boy.”
“Yeah, I’m taking all the girls in the Clan with me and I meant boy. Obviously.”
“…”
“So, booze?”
“You’re not human, lady. Just…no.”
“Well, duh. C’mon! Get packing.”
“…kark.”