Diplomacy Ends #4

Two grown-ass adults were brawling on the floor. The first thing we saw. They were rolling on the ground like mud wrestling bikini models, with the cleavage and buttcrack associated with the sport. It's such a shame, though. The contestants were big chunky boys. Every time they embraced, the cellar shook a bit, like a disappointing earthquake.

"The minister of trade, and the secretary of war, are at it again. What an old married couple." Sergei quipped. He, Amere, and I lifted the heavy hoods of our adventurer's uniform to get a better look.

"Tsk..." Amere hissed. Around them, scores of powerful retarded villagers and goblins gathered, like that Simpson's meme with the fighting monkeys, shaking fists of gold.

In the corner, there was a well-built black villager. He was lv23. Huddled in the fetal position, he whispered to himself over and over. "We're fucking doomed."

Amere walked over and saluted. "Supreme Commander Mathis"

The bulky man got up quickly and brushed himself off. "I'm fine, guild leader. How was the recon into Playerkill Gorge?"

"The Imitator ambushed us near the mouth, killing a dozen of my men. So naturally, I will take responsibility." Amere knelt, biting her lip until her health bar depleted.

"I'm not pregnant, Amere. I'm sorry, that was a joke. Lord knows we have too many of those around here." Mathis hovered his hand over her shoulder, then decided against it. Meanwhile, the two bureaucrats continued their spiral of pain, knocking over a crude dirt table that filled the cellar assembly.

"How did you guys form a government from this group of lazy, -isms and conspiracies-driven... wrestlers?" I motioned vaguely around us.

"It's... been a challenge." Mathis reflected, visibly growing older. Wisdom grew in the yellow of his eyes, which were white a short while ago. Then, his many scars began to buckle him down. He was a linebacker with the complexion of a Carthaginian-Roman wizard. In the drags of adventurer's robes and hints of old iron armor, it's as if he had been here his whole life.

"Tell me about it." I patted the ground, sitting down and inviting them to do the same.