"Ahbut um ah my lady I'm not sure I 'm the right person to protect such an important item"Dr A starts off by saying but as she continues to try and thrust the scroll case into his hands begging with her eyes he relents and says "ahbut of course my lady I'll keep it safe!"Dr A then surreptitiously tries to slip the scroll case into a pocket (Sleight of Hand = 12) (OOC: I gave myself advantage for it being dark on the stairs and that they had moved away from the rest of the party.) As he puts the scroll case away Dr A quickly examines it (Investigation = 4).
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Gorm keeps looking back to the Tortle and their acquaintance more out of curiosity than any sense that they may need help. She’s just not seen his like before so is of course a little bit fascinated. But she is not focused on him and thus unlikely to notice the intrigue or possible danger descending the stairs… ((12 - I figure only a real high perception roll of 18-20 she’d notice anything?))
Gorm claps one hand upon the table when the music ends with politeness if not enthusiasm. In truth it had been little more than background noise but custom dictated one show appreciation to artists whether one particularly enjoyed their efforts or not. When the gnome spoke up close to their table Gorm was a bit surprised, she had not seen them advance. Gorms hand slips instinctively into a ready position, but not actually onto one of her swords. She wasn’t startled, by any means… and expected the little gnome was little threat.
Still, it could be interesting to see how little brother deals with this, she thinks and leans back in her chair. Ready, but also relaxed and ready for a show…
Focused on preparing his own story, Logan is distracted by the interruption just as he is about to compliment Gorm on her storytelling. Remaining silent, he watches the proceedings intently.
Perception: 20
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As Dr. A and the woman move away, Karvian looks from Logan to Gorm speaking in a hushed tone, "She's watchin' the stairs. We should-"
"Well, what was that about? Who would be so rude to start playing when there is another performer in the middle of their show?"
Karvian looks to the Gnome a bit startled and then a wife smile grows across his face. "I was just sayin' to my mates here that I'd wondered if you'd like ta make it a trio! You play wonderfully, and I admit my excitement at t' thought made me forget myself for a moment," he says as he rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "So whaddya say? Your flute, their bagpipes, my lute?" he says pointing to the other performer. "Or my viol! I ain't picky, I just love to play!" he says with a wink and a flourish of his hand.
From the back corner of the room someone yells, "Yeah make it a trio! " and then another from the same general area but fainter says, "Yeah a trio! " From by the stairwell, where the men just came down you hear, "Boo! He'll play the devils music! "
Karvian keeps a bit of fleece sewn into his waistband and cast minor illusion to create the voices saying the things. The latter one he uses to try and get the others to draw their attention there.
Spell save DC is 14 against an Intelligence (Investigation) check (if they choose to investigate the source)
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((Gorm Investigation save: 8 ))
Gorm smiles as she hears the calls from the crowd. She doesn’t know how Karvian did it, but she knows he pulled off some kind of trickery. She’s not overly familiar with quick and subtle magics so the idea doesn’t jump right to her.
“If truly affronted you could demand a duel for satisfaction…” Gorm suggests, throwing her new friend what was meant to be a reassuring wink. Surely the diminutive gnome wouldn’t want to bare blades…
And that is when she heard the other call from the crowd, the one from the stairway. “Devil’s music?” She calls back to the voices, raising from her seat and looking for who called out such insult. She’s heard plenty of such since leaving the sands of her birth, mostly whispered behind her back by those who believed they wouldn’t be heard. She ignored such cowards and fools easily enough but if there was someone so brazenly calling out such words she had every intention of answering them.
((original roll was a 20 before I edited… *shrug* Would be much the same with a fail anyway, just without her suspecting Karvian.))
"Thank you, thank you. Meet me at the Roving Dragon in two days..."
She says in a hush and a hurry, donning her hood and already leaving his side.
He tries to take a quick glimpse of the scroll case but, at least for the moment, it's just a regular scrollcase.
Rest of the party
Grom tries to keep an eye on the tortle, but the sounds of the inn and the distance plays against her and she only can take that the woman is leaving in a hurry. Alas she is distracted, as the rest of the table, for the interruption of the gnome bard.
Logan sees, however, the exchange of the item between them and how she nods and looks grateful to his new acquittance.
The gnome doesn't even look away when the voices start to ask for a trio.
"What?! Are you trying to play with me boy? We gnomes literally invented that trick. We wouldn't play with you in a thousand years. We are professionals do you understand?" she points her finger at him "Professionals! We are earning our food here. We are not some fancy pants good for nothing adventurer wannabe who knows how to play one song or two. So for the rest of the night you are going to show some respect!! And if I hear only one note from any of your instruments or you try another thing with your cheap magic, I swear to the gods, I will make you eat your lute and shove your viol in your ass and send you to the Underdark. Am I clear?!"
She ignores Grom reaction to the last voice and as she scans the room with fiery eyes the patrons that had noticed both the voice and her reaction raise their hands or shake their heads to make clear that they have nothing to do with that words.
No stranger to bragging adventurers and rowdy taprooms, the host of the table realizes that a distraction might be advantageous to cover for the transaction just enacted by the scholar. Standing up and cracking his knuckles, Logan looks down at the gnome and says, "I assume you mean that rhetorically, maestro. If you resort to actual violence against those I am hosting at my table, we will have our own...issues."
Looking at Karvian, he adds with a wry smile, "I appreciate your showmanship during your introduction, but if the strumming of a single chord or the offer of a musical collaboration so distresses these professional musicians here, I suggest you refrain tonight, lest they be completely unable to continue their show out of fear of being outdone by a simple 'adventurer'."
Roll if needed. For Intimidation, add +1; for Persuasion, add +3: 13
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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As Karvian is accosted by the Gnomes words his face begins turning red, both from embarrassment and the anger building inside. Karvian thought to himself:
Who the **** did she think she was talking to? He was The Masked Bard! He was a member of The Black Freighter. No one ******* talked to him like that. NO ONE!
His hand begins mindlessly moving towards his bag of masks, seething with rage as he stares at the gnome. He barely catches Logan standing up, but he hears the knuckles crack. A crooked smirk plays across his face as his hand reaches into the bag. He knew which one he wanted for this occasion.
As he hears, "If you resort to actual violence against those I am hosting at my table, we will have our own...issues," he stops.
As Logan addresses him, he turns, keeping the Gnome in his periphery. He's drawn in by Logans words, the anger beginning to subside, the color in his face returning to normal, his hand retreating from the bag ever so slowly. Could this be his new crew? These people didn't know him, but they already treated him as one of their own.
"Yeah, alright," Karvian says. "I'll leave it to the professionals then."
He turns his back to the gnome, leaning back into his chair, smiling as he begins to speak over his shoulder. A strange mix of cheerfulness and disdain drips from each word, "But with all due respect, if this is how you earn your meals, I think ya might wanna look into another profession. Maybe you could be a professional footstool or nightstand?"
Karvian grits his teeth as he attempts to contain himself. What a day it had been. Luck had not been on his side... but it seemed that violence had been. Maybe violence was the answer then?
He looks to Logan and nods to him appreciatively.
Twice in one day, someone had stepped in on his behalf. Maybe violence wasn't the answer then?
If I've heard the Gnome speak for a full minute, I'd like my response to her to be in her own voice.
The Gnome Situation seemingly in hand, Gorm is still curious about the catcall from the stairwell and takes a couple steps in that direction. Nobody is taking credit for the shout but Doctor Arbutaveyu is over in that direction, if nothing else. Perhaps he could shed some light on who may have said such a thing, if not they seem to be alone now anyway as their friend seems to be departing. She would check on him if nothing else.
Seeing Gorm coming towards him with a questioning look on her face, Dr A says "ahbut we may have inadvertently got ourselves involved in local politics or something similar. That women passed me something to keep and said she'd meet me at the Roving Dragon - an inn near the royal palace - that serves if I may say so myself excellent food and drink in two days! I need to get somewhere quiet to have a good look at the scroll she asked me to lookafter."
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The gnome seems surprised at Logan's words. She seems to notice him for the first time. It's something about him, either the pose or the tone of his voice, of someone used to be obeyed, that turns her mood.
"I am sorry Sir, I didn't noticed before, I... we had some troubles in the past with a brad that stole our show... I beg you pardon Sir " she makes a small reverence and start to withdraw when she hears Karvian's words and replies in low voice. "Well, at least is not your mother's profession... " and she leaves towards her companion to resume the music.
Smiling magnanimously, Logan returns to his seat and relaxes, saying, “Very well,” ignoring any chatter spoken by the gnome under his breath (as is proper).
Once the gnome departs, he says to those at the table, “Ah yes, where were we?”
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Gorm Diabhal’s eyes barrow for a moment when Dr. Arbutaveyu says “we may have gotten involved” but it passes quickly. She trusts this man. And the others. She has no reason to, really. Not yet. Sometimes that’s just how it works though, you just meet someone and they are a friend. Your ka matches theirs. Or in a group, a ka-tet is formed. It’s like the art of the winds upon the sands - you can question the why but the fact is that it is.
Gorm does a quick look about the tavern, eyes searching out hostile faces, ears listening for sounds other than merriment. He did say politics and to her that is all but synonymous with danger. Forgotten is the disparaging catcall search, there is real intrigue now.
“Come, doctor. Back to the table and the others. Together we shall find you a place suitable to delving into your scroll,” she assures him and points him back to where the others sit. The place was crowded, but not packed. She stayed close to his back and kept her eyes scanning for danger.
With the gnome back with her partner and the rest of the tables minding their own business, the five of them are sitting again at the table. That were a few intense moments and now they seem to have something to talk about. Without wanting to draw attention to him, Dr. Arbutaveyu feels the scrollcase on his side. His curiosity makes it seem heavier than it is.
The waitress approaches.
"Sorry about that" he says pointing with a movement of his head towards the bards "You know artists they are very... passionate. A round on our behalf for the inconveniences" he says putting another round of drinks in front of them and retiring with a smile.
As the waitress is placing the drinks on the table, Dr A takes advantage of the distraction to whisper to Logan "ahbut do you know where we could get some privacy as I would like to examine this um ah gift I've just been given in some detail?"
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Hearing the Gnomes last insult, Karvians rage erupts inside. His face turns a bright red as he slowly turns towards the retreating Gnome. He begins to pull his lute out as he stares at the back of the Gnomes head with a look to do harm.
Stepping now in front of Karvian, Logan says quietly, "The gnome is...literally...not worth it. If he were to attack you, I could help. If you go attack him, I cannot. Do not give him the satisfaction of knowing his words have power over you. His poor manners are not your problem unless you let them be."
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Karvian guffaws loudly and starts laughing as if he'd heard the best joke ever. Doubling over, he grabs his stomach, as he points at Logan mouthing something unintelligible as he does so. Tears start to stream down his cheeks, as he runs out of air from laughter.
After a minute, he begins to calm down, stands up and wipes the tears from his face. Clapping Logans shoulder, he looks him in the eye, a huge smile across his face.
Chuckling with each word, Karvian says, "That's a girl," and then bursts into laughter again.
"Ahbut um ah my lady I'm not sure I 'm the right person to protect such an important item" Dr A starts off by saying but as she continues to try and thrust the scroll case into his hands begging with her eyes he relents and says "ahbut of course my lady I'll keep it safe!" Dr A then surreptitiously tries to slip the scroll case into a pocket (Sleight of Hand = 12) (OOC: I gave myself advantage for it being dark on the stairs and that they had moved away from the rest of the party.) As he puts the scroll case away Dr A quickly examines it (Investigation = 4).
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Gorm keeps looking back to the Tortle and their acquaintance more out of curiosity than any sense that they may need help. She’s just not seen his like before so is of course a little bit fascinated. But she is not focused on him and thus unlikely to notice the intrigue or possible danger descending the stairs… ((12 - I figure only a real high perception roll of 18-20 she’d notice anything?))
Gorm claps one hand upon the table when the music ends with politeness if not enthusiasm. In truth it had been little more than background noise but custom dictated one show appreciation to artists whether one particularly enjoyed their efforts or not. When the gnome spoke up close to their table Gorm was a bit surprised, she had not seen them advance. Gorms hand slips instinctively into a ready position, but not actually onto one of her swords. She wasn’t startled, by any means… and expected the little gnome was little threat.
Still, it could be interesting to see how little brother deals with this, she thinks and leans back in her chair. Ready, but also relaxed and ready for a show…
Logan:
Focused on preparing his own story, Logan is distracted by the interruption just as he is about to compliment Gorm on her storytelling. Remaining silent, he watches the proceedings intently.
Perception: 20
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As Dr. A and the woman move away, Karvian looks from Logan to Gorm speaking in a hushed tone, "She's watchin' the stairs. We should-"
"Well, what was that about? Who would be so rude to start playing when there is another performer in the middle of their show?"
Karvian looks to the Gnome a bit startled and then a wife smile grows across his face. "I was just sayin' to my mates here that I'd wondered if you'd like ta make it a trio! You play wonderfully, and I admit my excitement at t' thought made me forget myself for a moment," he says as he rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "So whaddya say? Your flute, their bagpipes, my lute?" he says pointing to the other performer. "Or my viol! I ain't picky, I just love to play!" he says with a wink and a flourish of his hand.
From the back corner of the room someone yells, "Yeah make it a trio! " and then another from the same general area but fainter says, "Yeah a trio! " From by the stairwell, where the men just came down you hear, "Boo! He'll play the devils music! "
Karvian keeps a bit of fleece sewn into his waistband and cast minor illusion to create the voices saying the things. The latter one he uses to try and get the others to draw their attention there.
Spell save DC is 14 against an Intelligence (Investigation) check (if they choose to investigate the source)
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((Gorm Investigation save: 8 ))
Gorm smiles as she hears the calls from the crowd. She doesn’t know how Karvian did it, but she knows he pulled off some kind of trickery. She’s not overly familiar with quick and subtle magics so the idea doesn’t jump right to her.
“If truly affronted you could demand a duel for satisfaction…” Gorm suggests, throwing her new friend what was meant to be a reassuring wink. Surely the diminutive gnome wouldn’t want to bare blades…
And that is when she heard the other call from the crowd, the one from the stairway. “Devil’s music?” She calls back to the voices, raising from her seat and looking for who called out such insult. She’s heard plenty of such since leaving the sands of her birth, mostly whispered behind her back by those who believed they wouldn’t be heard. She ignored such cowards and fools easily enough but if there was someone so brazenly calling out such words she had every intention of answering them.
((original roll was a 20 before I edited… *shrug* Would be much the same with a fail anyway, just without her suspecting Karvian.))
Dr A.
The woman sighs in relief
"Thank you, thank you. Meet me at the Roving Dragon in two days..."
She says in a hush and a hurry, donning her hood and already leaving his side.
He tries to take a quick glimpse of the scroll case but, at least for the moment, it's just a regular scrollcase.
Rest of the party
Grom tries to keep an eye on the tortle, but the sounds of the inn and the distance plays against her and she only can take that the woman is leaving in a hurry. Alas she is distracted, as the rest of the table, for the interruption of the gnome bard.
Logan sees, however, the exchange of the item between them and how she nods and looks grateful to his new acquittance.
The gnome doesn't even look away when the voices start to ask for a trio.
"What?! Are you trying to play with me boy? We gnomes literally invented that trick. We wouldn't play with you in a thousand years. We are professionals do you understand?" she points her finger at him "Professionals! We are earning our food here. We are not some fancy pants good for nothing adventurer wannabe who knows how to play one song or two. So for the rest of the night you are going to show some respect!! And if I hear only one note from any of your instruments or you try another thing with your cheap magic, I swear to the gods, I will make you eat your lute and shove your viol in your ass and send you to the Underdark. Am I clear?!"
She ignores Grom reaction to the last voice and as she scans the room with fiery eyes the patrons that had noticed both the voice and her reaction raise their hands or shake their heads to make clear that they have nothing to do with that words.
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Logan:
No stranger to bragging adventurers and rowdy taprooms, the host of the table realizes that a distraction might be advantageous to cover for the transaction just enacted by the scholar. Standing up and cracking his knuckles, Logan looks down at the gnome and says, "I assume you mean that rhetorically, maestro. If you resort to actual violence against those I am hosting at my table, we will have our own...issues."
Looking at Karvian, he adds with a wry smile, "I appreciate your showmanship during your introduction, but if the strumming of a single chord or the offer of a musical collaboration so distresses these professional musicians here, I suggest you refrain tonight, lest they be completely unable to continue their show out of fear of being outdone by a simple 'adventurer'."
Roll if needed. For Intimidation, add +1; for Persuasion, add +3: 13
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As Karvian is accosted by the Gnomes words his face begins turning red, both from embarrassment and the anger building inside. Karvian thought to himself:
Who the **** did she think she was talking to? He was The Masked Bard! He was a member of The Black Freighter. No one ******* talked to him like that. NO ONE!
His hand begins mindlessly moving towards his bag of masks, seething with rage as he stares at the gnome. He barely catches Logan standing up, but he hears the knuckles crack. A crooked smirk plays across his face as his hand reaches into the bag. He knew which one he wanted for this occasion.
As he hears, "If you resort to actual violence against those I am hosting at my table, we will have our own...issues," he stops.
As Logan addresses him, he turns, keeping the Gnome in his periphery. He's drawn in by Logans words, the anger beginning to subside, the color in his face returning to normal, his hand retreating from the bag ever so slowly. Could this be his new crew? These people didn't know him, but they already treated him as one of their own.
"Yeah, alright," Karvian says. "I'll leave it to the professionals then."
He turns his back to the gnome, leaning back into his chair, smiling as he begins to speak over his shoulder. A strange mix of cheerfulness and disdain drips from each word, "But with all due respect, if this is how you earn your meals, I think ya might wanna look into another profession. Maybe you could be a professional footstool or nightstand?"
Karvian grits his teeth as he attempts to contain himself. What a day it had been. Luck had not been on his side... but it seemed that violence had been. Maybe violence was the answer then?
He looks to Logan and nods to him appreciatively.
Twice in one day, someone had stepped in on his behalf. Maybe violence wasn't the answer then?
If I've heard the Gnome speak for a full minute, I'd like my response to her to be in her own voice.
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The Gnome Situation seemingly in hand, Gorm is still curious about the catcall from the stairwell and takes a couple steps in that direction. Nobody is taking credit for the shout but Doctor Arbutaveyu is over in that direction, if nothing else. Perhaps he could shed some light on who may have said such a thing, if not they seem to be alone now anyway as their friend seems to be departing. She would check on him if nothing else.
Seeing Gorm coming towards him with a questioning look on her face, Dr A says "ahbut we may have inadvertently got ourselves involved in local politics or something similar. That women passed me something to keep and said she'd meet me at the Roving Dragon - an inn near the royal palace - that serves if I may say so myself excellent food and drink in two days! I need to get somewhere quiet to have a good look at the scroll she asked me to lookafter."
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
The gnome seems surprised at Logan's words. She seems to notice him for the first time. It's something about him, either the pose or the tone of his voice, of someone used to be obeyed, that turns her mood.
"I am sorry Sir, I didn't noticed before, I... we had some troubles in the past with a brad that stole our show... I beg you pardon Sir " she makes a small reverence and start to withdraw when she hears Karvian's words and replies in low voice. "Well, at least is not your mother's profession... " and she leaves towards her companion to resume the music.
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Logan:
Smiling magnanimously, Logan returns to his seat and relaxes, saying, “Very well,” ignoring any chatter spoken by the gnome under his breath (as is proper).
Once the gnome departs, he says to those at the table, “Ah yes, where were we?”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Gorm Diabhal’s eyes barrow for a moment when Dr. Arbutaveyu says “we may have gotten involved” but it passes quickly. She trusts this man. And the others. She has no reason to, really. Not yet. Sometimes that’s just how it works though, you just meet someone and they are a friend. Your ka matches theirs. Or in a group, a ka-tet is formed. It’s like the art of the winds upon the sands - you can question the why but the fact is that it is.
Gorm does a quick look about the tavern, eyes searching out hostile faces, ears listening for sounds other than merriment. He did say politics and to her that is all but synonymous with danger. Forgotten is the disparaging catcall search, there is real intrigue now.
“Come, doctor. Back to the table and the others. Together we shall find you a place suitable to delving into your scroll,” she assures him and points him back to where the others sit. The place was crowded, but not packed. She stayed close to his back and kept her eyes scanning for danger.
Logan:
Please give me an insight check.
With the gnome back with her partner and the rest of the tables minding their own business, the five of them are sitting again at the table. That were a few intense moments and now they seem to have something to talk about. Without wanting to draw attention to him, Dr. Arbutaveyu feels the scrollcase on his side. His curiosity makes it seem heavier than it is.
The waitress approaches.
"Sorry about that" he says pointing with a movement of his head towards the bards "You know artists they are very... passionate. A round on our behalf for the inconveniences" he says putting another round of drinks in front of them and retiring with a smile.
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Logan:
Insight: 1
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
As the waitress is placing the drinks on the table, Dr A takes advantage of the distraction to whisper to Logan "ahbut do you know where we could get some privacy as I would like to examine this um ah gift I've just been given in some detail?"
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Hearing the Gnomes last insult, Karvians rage erupts inside. His face turns a bright red as he slowly turns towards the retreating Gnome. He begins to pull his lute out as he stares at the back of the Gnomes head with a look to do harm.
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Thanks, you can carry on... everything is alight, noting to worry.
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Logan:
Stepping now in front of Karvian, Logan says quietly, "The gnome is...literally...not worth it. If he were to attack you, I could help. If you go attack him, I cannot. Do not give him the satisfaction of knowing his words have power over you. His poor manners are not your problem unless you let them be."
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Karvian guffaws loudly and starts laughing as if he'd heard the best joke ever. Doubling over, he grabs his stomach, as he points at Logan mouthing something unintelligible as he does so. Tears start to stream down his cheeks, as he runs out of air from laughter.
After a minute, he begins to calm down, stands up and wipes the tears from his face. Clapping Logans shoulder, he looks him in the eye, a huge smile across his face.
Chuckling with each word, Karvian says, "That's a girl," and then bursts into laughter again.
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