A Day with the Highblood

[Anume]

You tip your hat gallantly.

Hverglmir removes his hat respectfully.

You smile happily.

You broadcast 'Citizen.'

You smile at him.

Hverglmir looks around, 'Sir, I seen a crime committed.

Xylius tells you 'so pardon my rudness then, I was a bit excited to hear about a demon in the lands. How should I approach you next time?'

Hverglmir says 'Me and muh bud.'

Hverglmir says 'We seen it.'

Tyrin walks in.

Heh.

Hverglmir nods at Tyrin.

You broadcast 'Seen what.'

Hverglmir says 'Tell him what we seen Tyrin.'

Tyrin stumbles in and hiccups, smiling.

You project to Xylius 'As perhaps everyone else, I trust you are not completely blind.'

Hverglmir sits on the fountain to avoid swaying.

Tyrin says 'We...Well, we were on a hike.'

Hverglmir says 'Through da mountains.'

Tyrin points eastward, but stumbles and ends up pointing south.

Hverglmir points eastward.

Hverglmir says 'Ova dat way.'

You nod.

Tyrin says 'An some alarms went off from the big castle.'

Hverglmir says 'We heard this commotion.'

Tyrin points excitedly at Hverglmir!

Hverglmir nods.

Tyrin says 'We went to investigate, and do our duty!'

Hverglmir says 'To get da inside story.'

Xylius tells you 'blind? That is a bit funny hearing that from a shaman to a loley magcian of necromancy.'

Tyrin nods.

Tyrin nods.

Tyrin drinks beer from a massive marble fountain.

Hverglmir says 'They come around talkin about somebody stole they mead.'

You nod.

Tyrin blanches at the taste of beer, sad about something.

Tyrin nods at you in agreement.

Hverglmir says 'I seen em too.'

Tyrin says 'And that's when we saw it!'

Hverglmir says 'We both seen em.'

You patiently twiddle your thumbs.

Hverglmir nods.

Hverglmir says 'Tell bout it.'

Tyrin says 'The captain of the guard was stumbling out drunk.'

Tyrin sighs.

Heh.

Tyrin says 'And he saw us...'

Tyrin rubs a hand across his bald head, nervous.

Hverglmir says 'Then he come in talkin bout, "Put yo hands up."'

Tyrin nods.

Hverglmir says 'I said, "Huh? I ain't even in town."'

You broadcast 'You do speak of Kesrick, right?'

Hverglmir says 'Oh, yuh.'

Hverglmir says 'Hold up.'

Tyrin quirks an eyebrow.

Tyrin nods.

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The Central Commons

You stand amid the Central Commons of Rheydin, the main

gatheriner place in this city. A large fountain has been built here,

feeding the water needs of the Rheydin citizens. Here, an inter-

section divides Saint Orealt Avenue and Saint Andres Street, the

main roads in Rheydin.

[Exits: north east south west]

Nahrgrodj's head is stuck on a tall metal pike here.

The Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here.

The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here.

A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here.

Tyrin the Master of the North Wind is here.

Hverglmir the Master of Devastation is here, sitting astride a warhorse.

The Town Crier stands here ready to give directions.

(Charmed) (White Aura) A member of the Blood Guard protects his master.

Hverglmir says 'Yuh, he still drunk.'

You snicker softly.

Hverglmir says 'Honest.'

Hverglmir says 'Lets go.'

Tyrin says 'He's probably holdin some kegs right now!'

Hverglmir beckons for you to follow.

You broadcast 'And why should I care about a drunkard?'

Hverglmir says 'He work fuh ya.'

You broadcast 'He is no part of my guard.'

You broadcast 'Not out there.'

Hverglmir says 'He a thief!'

You smirk.

Tyrin raises an eyebrow.

You broadcast 'You must be mistaken.'

You broadcast 'In town?'

Tyrin says 'And was probably rude to a peasant woman.'

Hverglmir says 'He killed his way in.'

Hverglmir says 'Yuh!'

Hverglmir says 'He broke into my room!'

You broadcast 'I'm rude to peasant women.'

You shrug.

Tyrin nods at Hverglmir.

Tyrin says 'In the Inn...kicked to door right in.'

Tyrin says 'Sayin the Empire was gunna take us.'

Hverglmir says 'Yuh, come look.'

You broadcast 'Is he here now?'

Hverglmir shakes his head.

Tyrin says 'We escaped to come find you.'

Hverglmir says 'He ran off after me, tryin' ta attack me.'

Tyrin says 'Posing as an officer, then?'

You nod.

Hverglmir says 'He tol' us he was one of ya'll.'

Hverglmir says 'Questionin' me and kickin' in my do'.'

Tyrin says 'Well, told Hverglmir.'

You broadcast 'But you didn't bother to ask me, didja.'

Tyrin says 'I was hidin in the wash basin.'

You giggle.

Tyrin says 'He looks like a guard!'

You nod.

Hverglmir says 'Big time.'

You broadcast 'He is self-proclaimed.'

Hverglmir says 'I don't know who all work fo' yall.'

Hverglmir says 'I'm done wid bein' behind bars.'

You broadcast 'Those within the cities... work for me.'

Tyrin says 'Any way to tell one guard from the next?'

The area about you observes Law in following ways:

Sheath : Petty

Looting : Petty

Theft : Petty

Assault : Felony

Murder : Felony

Obstruction : Felony

Tyrin says 'He was in the city at the time!'

You broadcast 'Do that.'

Hverglmir says 'Come look at muh do'.'

Hverglmir beckons for you to follow.

Tyrin says 'How's my friend supposed to sleep with a kicked in door?'

Hverglmir says 'Sursly.'

You broadcast 'Just looking for Kesrick?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Hverglmir points southward.

You open the door south of you.

You boggle at the concept.

Hverglmir rides south.

Tyrin walks south.

Tyrin points at the door, signs of damage apparent.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

A Bedroom

You are within a simple room inside the Red Dragon Inn.

A small bed is here for tired guests. Below, you can hear

the raucous laughter of the Red Dragon Commons echo about

dully. A small washbasin is set up here.

[Exits: north]

A large wooden bed is here, made up with a downy comforter.

(Charmed) (White Aura) A member of the Blood Guard protects his master.

Tyrin the Master of the North Wind is here.

Hverglmir the Master of Devastation is here, sitting astride a warhorse.

You frown disapprovingly.

Hverglmir tries to shut the door, it swings limply.

Tyrin hiccups.

Hverglmir points to the broken door-facing.

Tyrin says 'I was hiding here!'

The Blood Guard prods at the obviously broken door.

You frown disapprovingly.

You broadcast 'This is criminal.'

Hverglmir points to the broken window.

You frown disapprovingly.

Hverglmir says 'He through a rock through my window too.'

You close the door north of you.

Tyrin stifles a giggle.

Tyrin nods.

Oppressant looks through the broken door, to the outside.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Oppressant nods to the Blood Guard, 'Have someone fix this.'

You open the door north of you.

You frown disapprovingly.

You broadcast 'You are a phony.'

Hverglmir rides in.

Tyrin climbs in.

You frown disapprovingly.

*thwock!* You slap Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard ringingly.

Tyrin stumbles into the room and sits down on a boulder.

You broadcast 'If someone pays him, it's not for long.'

Tyrin says 'Yeah! Drunkard.'

Tyrin looks at Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

Kesrick cringes, 'Sir! What is the meaning of this?' stumbling past Hverglmir.

Hverglmir says 'Drunky!'

[Anume]

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard climbs east.

Looking at Hverglmir and Tyrin, Kesrick speaks, 'Do I know you?'

The Blood Guard mutters, 'Ain't supposed ta be all like that eh.'

Hverglmir says 'Hes runnin!'

You scan the area but find no trace of guards.

Hverglmir says 'These men!'

You broadcast 'There is no law here, I wonder what he tries to do.'

Hverglmir says 'They busted muh room up.'

Tyrin throws a rock into the air and kicks it.

Tyrin nods.

You broadcast 'A plague unto your houses!'

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard screams in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.

You draw your weapon.

You wield an ancient sceptre.

You parry Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard's attack.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard tries to disarm your shield, but fails.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard is in excellent condition.

Your crush wounds Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

Your crush wounds Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

An ancient sceptre draws life from Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

Your life drain scratches Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

You block Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard's attack with your shield.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard has a few scratches.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard appears to be blinded.

Tyrin gasps in astonishment.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard has a few scratches.

Your crush wounds Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

An ancient sceptre draws life from Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

Your life drain scratches Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard.

You block Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard's attack with your shield.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard tries to disarm you, but fails.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard has a few scratches.

Tyrin giggles.

Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard has a few scratches.

You flee from combat!

You lost 10 exp.

You frown disapprovingly.

You bonk Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard on the head for being such a moron.

Tyrin says 'Spreadin plagues, too!'

Before the Great Wall of Aabahran

You stand before two towering gates. This is known in Aabahran as

the Great Wall. It was where Prince Lira and Lord Helaman made

one of their last stands against the Shadowkin, driving them

back into the Blasted Lands. This marks the end of the Light's

jurisdiction in the lands, and beginning the dark misery of the

Blasted Lands.

[Exits: east west]

Tyrin the Master of the North Wind is here.

Hverglmir the Master of Devastation is here, sitting astride a warhorse.

(White Aura) Kesrick, the Captain of the Guard stands here.

(White Aura) A heavily armored guard stands watch here.

(White Aura) A heavily armored guard stands watch here.

(White Aura) A heavily armored guard stands watch here.

(White Aura) A heavily armored guard stands watch here.

The Blood Guard walks in.

A Guard of the Aabahran Wall says 'These mountains hold some secrets, the Blood Guard. Best be watchful.'

A Guard of the Aabahran Wall says 'These mountains hold some secrets, the Blood Guard. Best be watchful.'

A Guard of the Aabahran Wall says 'Travel well, Oppressant. Many dangers live in these Dragon's Teeth.'

A Guard of the Aabahran Wall says 'These mountains hold some secrets, Oppressant. Best be watchful.'

A Guard of the Aabahran Wall says 'Travel well, Oppressant. Many dangers live in these Dragon's Teeth.'

A Guard of the Aabahran Wall says 'Travel well, Oppressant. Many dangers live in these Dragon's Teeth.'

Hverglmir rides east.

Tyrin walks east.

Tyrin groans loudly.

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Tyrin's sores vanish.

You broadcast 'Take that out of here..'

Tyrin smiles happily.

You frown disapprovingly.

A citizen of Rheydin writhes in agony as plague sores erupt from his skin.

Your sickness scratches a citizen of Rheydin.

Hverglmir rides in.

Hverglmir drinks beer from a massive marble fountain.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Hverglmir drinks beer from a massive marble fountain.

You broadcast 'What's wrong with you.'

Hverglmir says 'Hell of a disease.'

Tyrin says 'You're the greatest law in a generation.'

Tyrin hiccups.

You smile happily.

Hverglmir nods.

Hverglmir says 'You really is.'

Hverglmir gathers a piece of parchment and a quillpen from his jacket.

Hverglmir says 'Sign this fuh me?'

'Flattery will get you nowh-' Oppressant is interrupted by the Blood Guard's whisper.

You frown disapprovingly.

Tyrin hiccups.

Oppressant adjusts himself, 'Very well then.'

Hverglmir says 'It can says, "To Hverglmir, my biggest fan."'

Tyrin raises an eyebrow, 'What's goin on?'

Hverglmir offers you the pen and parchment.

Hverglmir says 'Autograph.'

You bite your lip contemplatively.

You broadcast 'If.. you want an autograph.'

You broadcast 'It will come another way.'

You smile happily.

Tyrin shivers uncomfortably.

Hverglmir shakes his head.

Hverglmir says 'Leggo.'

You nod.

Saint Andres Street

You giggle.

Tyrin walks south.

Hverglmir rides south.

Tyrin walks in.

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Tyrin wipes his brow.

You broadcast 'Didn't you just stop bothering me an hour ago?'

You peer around yourself intently.

Tyrin says 'Glad we solved that mystery.'

You nod.

Tyrin says 'You say Kesrick isn't protected by any laws?'

You broadcast 'Unless he comes within these walls.'

Tyrin says 'I'm gunna show him who he was talkin to, then.'

Tyrin walks in.

Tyrin staggers in to wash some of the blood off his hands.

You frown disapprovingly.

You broadcast 'Getting your blood in our BEER?'

*thwock!* You slap Tyrin ringingly.

You broadcast 'What's wrong with you.'

Tyrin winces in agony.

Tyrin says 'It probably only raised the alcohol content!'

Heh.

Tyrin says 'He dropped this...'

Tyrin gets a keg of mead from a leather quiver.

Tyrin drops a keg of mead.

Tyrin says 'Good stuff! I see why he wanted it. Wanna share it?'

You patiently twiddle your thumbs.

Tyrin drops a keg of mead.

Tyrin says 'You want a sip?'

Tyrin says 'The crusaders brew it specially for them, I hear.'

You broadcast 'No.'

Tyrin shrugs helplessly.

Tyrin gets a keg of mead.

Tyrin puts a keg of mead in a leather quiver.

Tyrin hiccups.

You receive 0 experience points.

You receive 0 experience points.

co locate corpse

The corpse of a visiting traveler is in Zuul Avenue

The corpse of a devout worshipper is in Kalith Way

The corpse of a devout worshipper is in The Intersection of Zuul and Kalith

You broadcast 'Why did you spread plague all over my city?'

You broadcast 'I should have you arrested.'

Tyrin points at himself, confused.

You nod.

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You see nothing special about him.

A citizen of Rheydin is in excellent condition.

You sense following auras:

Spell: plague : modifies str by -1 for 4 hours

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A citizen of Rheydin's sores vanish.

Tyrin says 'II Didn't spread nothingh!'

You broadcast 'I saw it!'

You broadcast 'Go clean it up.'

You broadcast 'Zuul and Kalith awaits you.'

Tyrin says 'I Doon't hHaVe any plaghuhHeZsz.....'

'GO!' Oppressant growls, 'But you did. Go clean up those bodies!'

Tyrin walks north.

. . .

Tyrin walks in.

Tyrin says 'Iit WaZszn't me..'

Tyrin mutters something quietly to himself.

You nod.

You broadcast 'Mmm, I bet.'

A citizen of Rheydin walks in.

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You see nothing special about her.

A citizen of Rheydin has quite a few wounds.

a citizen of Rheydin is using:

You sense following auras:

Spell: plague : modifies str by -3 for 2 hours

A citizen of Rheydin's sores vanish.

Tyrin sighs.

[Anume]

You broadcast 'Did you loot those bodies perhaps?'

You peer intently at Tyrin.

Tyrin shakes his head.

Tyrin says 'Diidn'T tooUhchh a thiinG!'

Tyrin says 'Ii cknOow thhe Law..'

You broadcast 'Mmmhmm.'

Tyrin says 'JusT dragGEhd ehM toOo THhe TehMplE anD gave Emmm Tao oOolEh saVrizjhh...'

You broadcast 'On the likelihood that you helped yourself, a tax will be necessary to cover the losses of the burials.'

Tyrin says 'MMaYbe some gaold spilled OuhHT oOon the waY and a peasanT grabbed it.'

Tyrin says 'A tax?!'

Tyrin says 'I dIidn't Touch a thiingh...'

Tyrin stumbles and tries to maintain an angry gaze.

You broadcast 'I won't mark you for denying it, but it won't do you much good.'

You broadcast 'Fifty gold coins.'

Tyrin says 'FfiiftY!! tHhirTY...'

You broadcast 'Fourty.'

Tyrin says 'ThIirTY thRee..'

You broadcast 'Thirty five.'

Tyrin gives you 35 gold.

You nod.

You broadcast 'A wise citizen.'

You smile at him.

Tyrin counts his remaining coins and mutters quietly.

You broadcast 'Would you like a drink?'

You broadcast 'We have fine beer.'

You giggle.

You broadcast 'It only costs... fifteen gold!'

You cackle gleefully.

You broadcast 'No cost.'

Tyrin groans loudly.

Tyrin looks up to the head on a pike.

Oppressant waits, looking at Tyrin, then to the fountain.

Tyrin drinks beer from a massive marble fountain.

You broadcast 'Fifteen!'

Tyrin wipes drops of beer from his beard.

Tyrin raises an eyebrow.

Oppressant holds out a nubby little hand.

Tyrin says 'YOouhh saiiD nNnOo zjost!'

Tyrin groans loudly.

You broadcast 'Now I said fifteen!'

You broadcast 'Twelve, and you can have another sip.'

The Town Crier looks over and shakes his head, muttering something towards Tyrin about drunks.

Tyrin gives you 12 gold.

Tyrin says 'GoOd enoOoUGh.'

You nod.

Tyrin says 'I'mm ghuhnna go sobEhR uhp and apooloGizeh toOo thHE gUhildMmMaster...'

Tyrin hiccups.

You nod.

You broadcast 'Better do that.'

You project to Tyrin 'You want an autograph?'

You look at Tyrin.

Tyrin is ambivalent to the law.

Tyrin is a model citizen.

Tyrin tells you 'Ooh no, no... ii seen deMon autographs.....'

You project to Tyrin 'Oh? And what are they.'

Tyrin says 'HHEhY, hhEh drInKs fFree?'

You broadcast 'Yea.'

Tyrin says 'Ii.........erm.......well......'

Tyrin says 'MmMawybE i HahhvenT?'

You broadcast 'He doesn't drain the bank with all his drinking.'

You glare icily at him.

Tyrin gets a keg of mead from a leather quiver.

Tyrin drinks mead from a keg of mead.

Tyrin puts a keg of mead in a leather quiver.

Tyrin says 'WEll ii'll stiIck tO meaD, tHhEn!'

You frown disapprovingly.

You broadcast 'Our beer is better.'

Tyrin says 'II'm sUrE oleh kEhsricK wIill breAk iinn agahIin somEtiIme...'

You broadcast 'What if...'

You broadcast 'I paid you to be....'

You broadcast 'An autograph holder.'

You smile happily.

Tyrin shivers uncomfortably.

You broadcast 'It would serve me well, and you would have no duties aside from your normal.'

You smile happily.

Tyrin says 'What ya guhhnna doo too PUhT yOUR auTOoGraPh ooNn me? i DonNn'T wannT aNnY RIft magIc Iin mY bodY...'

You broadcast 'Not -in- your body....'

You frown disapprovingly.

Tyrin looks at you.

Tyrin says 'Nnnot Oon, nehIthhEhR.'

Tyrin shakes his head.

Tyrin says 'UhNLess youhh Got alot ofF sjoINn...'

You broadcast 'Could be worth it..'

You smile happily.

Tyrin says 'HHow worthh iIt?'

Tyrin stumbles back into the area.

You broadcast 'Well that's just the part of the deal where you trust a Highblood.'

You broadcast 'As foolish as it sounds, it rarely turns out poorly.'

Tyrin stifles a drunken laugh.

You smile happily.

You broadcast 'What is your alternative?'

You giggle.

Tyrin says 'Ruhhn As fahst as i Caon anD hhIde iin somEh washhTuhhb...'

Heh.

You broadcast 'I know the locations...'

You broadcast 'Of all washtubs.'

You cackle gleefully.

Tyrin perks up, disbelieving...

Tyrin says 'Aoll of thhEm?'

The Blood Guard nods his agreement, 'Every single one.'

Garfus walks in.

Garfus looks at Tyrin.

Tyrin says 'WHhAt ahbouhHt tHEh onE In Gahhl rawnidon, in tHe sesjond home ofF tHE noble wHho liikes to slehEp wiiTHh tHE prosTiiTuhHtEhs?'

Tyrin looks at Garfus.

Garfus looks at you.

You broadcast 'That's not a washtub.'

Tyrin turns his gaze towards garfus and stumbles.

You broadcast 'That's.... well...'

You broadcast 'A different kind of tub.'

Garfus harumphs, 'Just be keepin your nose clean.'

Tyrin giggles.

You broadcast 'Keep your dirty dwarf face clean.'

Tyrin nods.

Garfus chuckles, 'Oh, did I forget me breakfast face?'

Heh.

Teor walks in.

Oppressant turns from Garfus back to Tyrin, 'How about that ... advertisem- err... autograph.'

Tyrin shakes his head.

Teor walks south.

You frown disapprovingly.

Tyrin says 'I daoan thIink so.......'

Garfus wipes his beard and feigns some sort of seriousness, 'Now you two be mindful.. There are the laws of our providences, and then there are the Laws of the Heavens.'

You broadcast 'I think you think so.'

Tyrin drinks mead from a keg of mead.

Tyrin quirks an eyebrow.

Garfus matter of factly taps his foot with arms crossed.

Tyrin says 'LAhws oF tHe hHeaavehns?'

You broadcast 'Laws of the heavens get silly people killed.'

You wink suggestively at Garfus.

Tyrin says 'Kiill tIl THhehy're dehahd annnd yOUh'rE the strOonNngEhst, thaT's tHhe OoNly laaw i'vEh sehEhnnn...'

Tyrin sits down and begins to meditate.

Garfus throws his hands up, 'Contemptable!'

You broadcast 'Appears all is in order to me.'

You giggle.

You broadcast 'The heavens have conceded to the Empire's might!'

Tyrin stops meditating and stands up.

Garfus stammers off.

Tyrin says 'OhH YeaH?'

Garfus closes his eyes momentarily.

Garfus disappears.

You broadcast 'I've seen a few who called them messengers of Irumeru. They were very polite.'

You broadcast 'He can wait his turn.'

Tyrin nods.

Tyrin says 'I'll ghoo ckiiCk hIimM.'

Tyrin stumbles off, practicing his moves.

You broadcast 'Oh no you won't.'

You project to Tyrin 'HEY!'

You project to Tyrin 'WHERE ARE YOU GOING, CITIZEN?!'

Tyrin tells you 'ii'Ve Got some kicckin to do, hiGhbLood...'

Tyrin walks in.

Tyrin sighs.

You project to Tyrin 'No, you have an autograph to attain.'

Tyrin says 'OH noOo.....Ii'Ll gao kick!'

You project to Tyrin 'There's two ways this can happen.'

You project to Tyrin 'Willfully and you get money and beer!'

You project to Tyrin 'Or... well. I know about six burly guys that haven't had anything to do.'

Tyrin tells you 'good, I Can kIick themm too...'

You project to Tyrin 'Mark my words citizen!'

You project to Tyrin 'You like pleasant things?'

Tyrin tells you 'donn't WEh ahhLl?'

You project to Tyrin 'Well this won't be pleasant.'

Tyrin tells you 'annd ii dOuhHbt your awuhtogRaph Will be ahhnny mooresoo'

You project to Tyrin 'But you don't know that.'

Tyrin tells you 'Ii'd rather fface the known aNnd kick mMy way ooUht than take a chance like that...'

You project to Tyrin 'Do you reject the law?'

You project to Tyrin 'And it's protection? Because that's what I'm about.'

Tyrin tells you 'Ii reject youh puhttin ahh mArK on my bahhcck.'

You project to Tyrin 'Not your back.'

You project to Tyrin 'Maybe... a finger.'

Tyrin tells you 'awnnywheRe on my sskin... esSzpeciaalLy mMy foRehead...'

You project to Tyrin 'Nowhere NEAR your forehead.'

You project to Tyrin 'Get BACK here.'

You project to Tyrin 'Oh man, the guard will be waiting for you.'

Tyrin tells you 'i nNneed TO kizjk A dWaaRfF...'

You project to Tyrin 'Don't we all.'

You project to Tyrin 'Shall I make you a criminal?'

You project to Tyrin 'You can't run from me!'

Tyrin tells you 'oon what groUndsSz?'

You project to Tyrin 'On the grounds of GET OVER HERE.'

Tyrin tells you 'o'

Tyrin tells you 'ThOosE gRoounds...'

You project to Tyrin 'Then I'll have you where you can't just leave.'

reply And then your autograph WON'T come with money and beer.

You have no one to reply to.