Snippet #2159640

Rahls blinked and looked around at the company he was in. It wasn't a very promising crowd if the man wanted a deathmatch.
"So... Let me get this straight. You're saying that these dolls have powers or some shit and we have to..." He paused, thinking about it and looking at the small doll in his hand. "I don't know, turn these thing into monsters and kill each other with them?" He stopped again. The shopkeeper still looked completely serious, though he did have an odd, lazy smile on his face. "Are you screwing with me? Y'know I thinks there's a name for what you have. Schizo... Phrelium or something? Whatever."
He turned to walk out of the room. "I'm leaving, whether you let me or not." He flipped off the shopkeeper as he began to walk away.

((Also, as you can tell, Rahls isn't the most... Learned or read of this group of people. He's also basically a violent jerk or whatever. It's kinda funny with his looks and all.))