Level 10 - Holy Scrivener of Extreme Wit
'Impatient as well as stupid, some virtuous whip you are.' Snap tilts her head to the side with a smile as her drumming fingers increase in tempo. 'I assure you that my patience is vast.' The man stops in his tracks stare Snap down, her expression remains unchanged. 'Vast, not infinite. I am but a human so I am sure something could cause me to break my vows.' Hastily he resumes filling the order. As Snap walks out the door with the goods the shopkeep grabs your arm. 'That is a monster chained by monks robes, I have stared down raging barbarians and never seen such hate in their eyes.'
In the modern age a persona is indistinguishable from a person. They magnify what is within us, and what we bring out within others. It is a shared delusion powerful enough to claim a life of its own.
'Avaricious is a special sort of hell; it's the hell we created ourselves. It is the hell we deserve.' - Smythe Voss, crewman of Siren's Laugh