Brady: Hey, Gerome! The stuff we ordered just arrived! Gerome: What?! That's...impressive or frightening. I'm not certain which. Brady: Yeah, I doubt anybody but Anna's people would deliver to a place like this. Gerome: Instantly. In the middle of combat. Brady: Hey, check me out! Looks good, yeah? The color really works with my hair. I can't wait to show this thing off! Gerome: Mm, and this mask's luster is even finer than I'd hoped. Print doesn't do it justice. Brady: Never expected to wind up shopping, considerin' we came here to fight... Gerome: If not for the wrathful undead, this would make for a pleasant vacation. Brady: Heh, I didn't think the V word was even in your vocabulary. But you're right. Hanging around a place like this, it's easy to forget we're at war. All the fighting seems a million leagues away. Like it was all a bad dream. Gerome: I was thinking the same... Not exactly a boon for morale, I fear. That aside, I'm surprised to find us so much in agreement. It's rare our opinions align. Brady: Yeah, well, it's rare we'd even talk. You and me ain't exactly social types. Gerome: True. Brady: I guess the hot springs are to blame for that too. It's hard NOT to cut loose a bit. Gerome: Yes, though we'd best put fun aside for now. Our foes have waited long enough. Brady: Right. Whaddya say we fix that, you and me? Then we can have a nice, long soak and see about scarin' up some dinner! Gerome: Sounds like a winning plan. Let's get to it! Brady: Right behind ya!
● CONVERSATION B