At this, FPS puffed up his chest in preparation for a grande dramatic retelling.
“My lady of destiny!” He said with a flourish. “The Dream gifted me a great Wyld Hunt where I saw that I was destined—DESTINED!—to aid someone far greater than I!”
“…A hot lady?”
“A HOT LADY!” He stood up and posed heroically before the fire. “Powerful and noble and juste! And very very sexy! Destined to do greater things. And I shall die for her cause, a stepping stone for her on her way to greatness.”
“Right, okay, got it,” Tora gestured for him to stop then paused. ”—wait, die?!”
“Yes. My sacrifice will be most noble.”
“And ya have t’die for it?!”
“It was in my dream, so it must be.”
“And yer cool with that?!”
“Of course!” FPS sat back down. “It’s my Wyld Hunt! Wouldn’t you do the same for yours?”
Tora found himself frowning in spite of himself. FPS gave him a concerned look.
“Oh,” he said gently, “do you not have one?”
“Couldn’t tell ya.” The thief simply shrugged and turned away, settling back against the cave floor. He’d heard enough. “Dun remember my dream much.”
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