i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
Laurent: All right, Brady, let's see now. If you wish to give a positive impression, you ought first to rectify your posture. Brady: My posture? I don't think that's such a— Laurent: Tut tut! Stand straight and tall, and you're sure to present an air of gentle refinement. Brady: ...If you say so. Hnngh... H-How's this? Laurent: My apologies. Please forget everything I've said. Return to your usual stance. Quickly. Brady: What? Why?! Laurent: The sight of you glaring down at me from above in condescension was traumatizing. Brady: *Sigh* You're not the first one to say so. I tried to warn you. And besides, I normally hunch over so I can talk to women and kids at their eye level. Saves a lot of cryin' for everyone involved. Laurent: How noble! I never suspected such an altruistic-yet-practical reason for slouching. That being the case, I fear there's little to be gained from altering your posture. Brady: That's not all you got, I hope? Laurent: Perish the thought. What of your tonsorial choices? A spiky haircut suggests a prickly temperament. Brady: Maybe, but I wanted a style you don't see much, so I'd be easy for you guys to spot. course, that means I'm an obvious target for our enemies too... But if I can be easy to find when my allies need me AND draw fire for 'em, I'm happy. I'd take that over blending in and letting my friends suffer any day. Laurent: Inspiring, sir. Brady: So that's a no on hairstyle too. Laurent: So it would seem. I had not realized it was such a deliberate choice. Truly, you are the epitome of an ecclesiast. Brady: I dunno what that means, but thanks. Laurent: However, I fear that leaves us with little room to alter your appearance. It would seem that in the end you're best served by remaining as you are at present. Brady: What, hated and feared by strangers? Laurent: Respected and loved by all who know you for who and what you are. I believe it only a matter of time before everyone else realizes your innate goodness. Brady: Yeah? Huh. when you say stuff like that, somehow it's weirdly convincing. Well, good, then! I guess I'll stick with the way I am now. Thanks, Laurent! Laurent: My pleasure. Brady: All right, you bruise piles! Who wants some of this healing staff action first? Eh?! EH?! Laurent: Erm, Brady? Perhaps just a SLIGHT change in tone might be in order...