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He should have fallen on his sword. That would have been the sensible thing to do.
Punched his ticket for Elysium right away, no waiting around.
He thought they'd only kill him.
Why did he think that? How stupid was he? Why in the world did he think that?
And now instead of his next great adventure he's flubbed a save against dominate person.
Of course you're friendly with scammers out of Riddleport, and of course you believe their every word.
We know that Rovagug has a bunch of gods on his side, including but not limited to Zon-Kuthon, the one revoluuuuuuuuution!! goddess, and others.
We find out who those gods are and we petition them for aid, instead of selling our souls to the losers (who, stating the obvious here, are also the villains of the entire campaign).
Starting with Snowball, since she's good-aligned.
That's politics.
That's war.
If you're not man enough to sit at this table, go spew your idealism at someone who isn't sick already of hearing it.
You need someone who can teleport to go visit Nidal.
I volunteer Irevotnin.
I rescind my rash suggestion, in light of new revelations.
It's clear now to see that Salgar's disloyal to Korvosa.
He's trying to stage an international incident.
It's the work of a saboteur.
...She makes a surprisingly good point.
...
This conversation ends with Salgar Irevotnin teleporting to Nidal, doesn't it.
Really, it's his own fault for being halfway competent.
Eight words resound in the Vault, untrained ears hear but do not hear them.
Nearly six-thousand eyes blink in unison as the world contracts to a point and expands again.
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