: Yeah, sure.
: Alright, so uh, what can ya do?
: Well, I've had a ton of experience, military wise, uh, I'm a great tactician, apparently, and I used to actually do some sorcery stuff, but now I can't do that anymore.
: Erm...what?
: Yeah, the imps hired this bald kid, caught me by surprise, pressed on some pressure points or something, and now I can't do magic any more.
: Uh...
:
waitaminute...*gasp* Ha-
HA, oh Merasmus, you are going to owe me 5 bucks pretty soon! Heheheh.
: Merasma who now?
: You mean your roommate? Didn't we kick his ass back in October?
: Yeah, he's fine now. So he started moaning about some sort of "
prophecy" asscrap a week ago or some sort, let's see...
I kept that paper somewhere in my fatigues... Ah! Ahem...
"The Universe Traveler shall bid you greetings,
Magic robbed of BC,
His fame will soon be fleeting,
Meet his fate under the sea tree"
: I bet that magnificent bastard 5 bucks I could find him. Who's incompetent, now? Mreheheheh.
: Wha...okay, first off, who-
: Soldier's roommate's a magician
: W-...wh-...
What the hell kinda place is this?: New Mexico.
