Re: Stan—Morothâ Assault
A thin eye brow arches on her pale face, puling with it the hint of a crooked smile.
”Ah, look,” she sneers to the lumbering figures surrounding her. ”Mr Wonderful! Mr Hero! My son-in-law. Lower your arms, boys, Stan here has come to tea. Look how cute he is! My, my... I can't say I blame my daughter for entertaining wild ideas with this mortal, curse my soul.
”Oh, and my grandson, how quaint,” she adds after a short fit of mocking laughter. ”So, you've no doubt come for her, hmm? Well I've some heartbreaking news for you, in spite of your valiant--yet foolish--efforts. Your bride has decided to annul your union.
”I'm very sorry, but these things do happen, what with the Balances of Powers and whatnot... And this sort of thing isn't terribly uncommon on your Material Plane either. Anyway, I do believe it's time for you to go now, hmm? Shoo! Go on, get! If you don't get moving, I'll be forced to deal a little more... forceful with you.”