- Markshire PCs:
*Count Al throws Tom’s drained, emaciated husk of a body on the floor*
The womanly delights are for the Count, RenCableField. Bringing them on the road with you does not please me. Nor does bruising their lovely flesh.
Now, RenJacksonField, I return to my slumber. Look upon your fate shall you fail me.
*transforms into gaseous form, dissipates*