Brandobaris guide me! You ignorant strowlers, now I know why you both haven't been in the game. Eriffs the two of you are. I don't like to pull rank, but I shall. I am the Top Tilter in this group, Jon and Emma, and as you have demonstrated so very clearly this day, I must see to your instruction. Duplicity was the standard in the streets of this hamlet. Emma, you let that man trapan you and wheedle out vital information about our group - you need to learn how to grift. Jon, you were even worse at the winemaker's shop, you Dolt. After smartly bargaining for horses and tack... You're lucky Bruenor didn't transform into a BEAR in front of them. How many POTIONS have we wasted? Good on you for taking the lash, but you announced our presence so loudly by that... AND THEN THE FIREBALL... AGAINST ORCS AND OGRES not more that a bowshot away from the town. You're lucky your sister has been able to keep you alive for this long. Yondalla, grant me patience! For a smart person, Jon, you are a lackwit - you need to learn how to think first and then act - I would have thought one who had STUDIED as much as you would possess a smidgen of self-discipline and know EXACTLY : what your spells DO , how far they GO , how long they LAST , and IF YOU CAN STOP THEM WHEN YOU CHOOSE TO. I do not enjoy the idea of WALKING to Porto. One-hundred fifty miles North at, maybe, eight to twelve miles per night. I am not beyond cutting a liability from our ranks - be sure of that, both of you.
