Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are ub...r-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very. ‘That’s just a myth! There haven’t been Dragons in Kyrnn since the Cataclysm. Finish yer drink and leave this one a tip.’ scoffed the second, trying to grab Lauranathias, but she simply slipped away back to the bar. Then a gust of wind burst the Inn door open and a heavily cloaked warrior entered. Lauranathias calmly observed this new arrival with interest as did many other patrons in the Inn. Soon the patrons lost there interests and continued their conversations. The warrior strode over to. "I thought it was 80!" "There are no 80 mile per hour zones in this state, Miss Vanter," he said. "Wait, really?" she yelled. "Miss Vanter, I'm not stupid," Cordan said. "You might think the speed limit should be 80 miles per hour, but it's 65, and it's clearly posted on this highway." "Oh, my God," she groaned. "Stay right there," he told her. "I'll be right back." Cordan returned to his vehicle. He checked the license records to see if Amanda had anything on her driver's record. He. Kara took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She walked briskly to the front desk, at the front of the club opposite the locker room. There was only the one pin holding the towel together and as she walked it gapped open at the bottom. However, it wasn't enough to expose anything more than a bit of thigh. Her workout suit had probably exposed more. Still there was something about a towel that evoked gasps and catcalls as she passed the men on the treadmills.Paul and Terry turned to see.