Making Amends

So, I decided it would be best if I made up with Shaman.

Sure, he gets me killed a lot, but that's usually accidental.

Having him and his Black Mage friends actively trying to kick my ass is much, much worse.

At least with the accidental deaths, I get all the fun of a surprise.

It's like a surprise party only with pain instead of cake.

But how exactly do you apologize for stabbing someone in the throat?

And dancing on them?

Does Hallmark make a card for that?

"Roses are red, Violets are blue,

I'm really sorry that I stabbed you in the trachea."

Has a nice ring to it, huh?

Anyway, I called Shaman and asked him to meet me in Yuhtunga Jungle. You know, a nice neutral spot where I can find lots of adventurers to use as meat shields.

Also, Tarus make excellent projectile weapons if need be. They're small enough to throw a good distance and the little bastards have pointy heads.

Not Galkas, though. Might as well try to throw a Buick.

It's not their size. Those guys are just as stupid as a Buick.

So, I head over to meet Shaman, but suddenly realized him and his friends could be waiting for me.

I grab a nearby Taru and lob him into the clearing.

GoblinShaman starts casting Fire IV.

Damn. That midget never even hit the ground.

GoblinShaman>> DAMMIT!!!
GoblinShaman>> Where the hell are you, Smithy?
GoblinSmithy>> Listen, man.
GoblinSmithy>> I want to talk to you.
GoblinShaman>> I don't want to talk to you.
GoblinShaman>> I want to light you on fire.
GoblinSmithy>> See... That's kind of a problem for me.
GoblinShaman>> That's rather the point.
GoblinSmithy>> I'm coming out.
GoblinSmithy>> Don't cast anything.
GoblinShaman>> Not big on suggestions today, Smithy.
GoblinSmithy>> But I came to apologize.
GoblinShaman>> ...
GoblinShaman>> Did you say apologize?
GoblinSmithy>> Yeah.
GoblinSmithy>> I feel bad for killing you.
GoblinShaman>> That's just the third degree burns talking.
GoblinSmithy>> No, no.
GoblinSmithy>> I'm really sorry.
GoblinShaman>> And I should trust you because...
GoblinSmithy>> 'Cause we're friends?
GoblinShaman>> You stabbed me in the face.
GoblinSmithy>> Throat, actually.
GoblinShaman>> What?
GoblinSmithy>> The throat.
GoblinSmithy>> I stabbed you in the throat.
GoblinShaman>> Did I not burn you enough?
GoblinSmithy>> Sorry. Sorry.
GoblinSmithy>> Can't we just put all of this behind us?
GoblinShaman>> I don't know.
GoblinShaman>> I'm still mad.
GoblinSmithy>> That's okay.
GoblinSmithy>> We can go take it out on Pathfinder.
GoblinShaman>> Ha ha.
GoblinShaman>> I suppose we could.
GoblinSmithy>> So... Are we cool?
GoblinShaman>> Yeah.
GoblinShaman>> We're cool.

We shook hands like goblins and decided to let bygones be bygones.

It's just best to put stuff like that behind you.

GoblinSmithy>> You know...
GoblinSmithy>> We're going to laugh about this someday.
GoblinShaman>> What do you mean?
GoblinSmithy>> Like me dancing on your dead body.
GoblinSmithy>> That was hilarious.

GoblinShaman starts casting Fire IV.

GoblinSmithy>> Oh damn.
GoblinSmithy>> Too soon?

Damn, damn, damn.

If that guy wasn't my best friend...