'Ah! What a fabulous idea!' Dorian agreed, offering Flora a warm smile before promptly spinning on his heel and tromping into a group of NPCs. The others will see him waving his arms about and gesticulating wildly, before leaning down and pulling up a long rusty nail from the sand. Eyebrows raised, Dorian holds it out for all to see before going into a lengthy sermon about the dangers of tetanus and other infections caused primarily from wounds that most would normally overlook.
Actually, this lesson went on for quite some time, before, having done absolutely nothing at all, Dorian wandered toward the water's edge and tried to hale the merking. "Sir?" He called, waving a hand. "I wonder...do you think we might trade roles? I'm not sure I have...well, you see, the citizens just don't seem to be listening to me, and I'd hate for anyone to get hurt simply because I lacked the skills to properly motivate this group."
Dorian suggests to Hadama that they switch jobs because the NPCs aren't listening to him.
Actually, this lesson went on for quite some time, before, having done absolutely nothing at all, Dorian wandered toward the water's edge and tried to hale the merking. "Sir?" He called, waving a hand. "I wonder...do you think we might trade roles? I'm not sure I have...well, you see, the citizens just don't seem to be listening to me, and I'd hate for anyone to get hurt simply because I lacked the skills to properly motivate this group."
Dorian suggests to Hadama that they switch jobs because the NPCs aren't listening to him.
