Snippet #2365434

"That's a disgusting habit, ruins your lungs, you know. What are you doing here? I thought no one wandered outside the cities this far. Although, I can't say I'd blame anyone right now, the commotion that's rising." It was rather obvious he had no real defense, at least no physical defense. But he knew when he looked at Dianne, no amount of distance between them would keep him safe. He wasn't fast enough, so he walked over to them in a royal manner, head held high, commanding posture.

"I haven't seen either of you in a while. It's been, what?" He tried to remember but his head hurt. A hint of pain flashed on his face and he tossed the matter to the side. "Too long anyway. We never talk anymore." He heard movement and in town, noises people investigating and trying to save anyone hurt in the explosion, even in the distance, began to fill his head. He couldn't separate them enough to tell what made them or from what direction. "Lacoix..."

"Aurelie. I missed you. We used to have such fun so long ago. Before I was trapped in this... Wretched piss-pot."

Maedoc shook it off and looked to Ryder. "Still filling your body with poisons. I would think you'd want to keep all your wits about you. You'll die in your bed, coughing on your own vomit before you die in battle." He went to grab the cigarette but wasn't fast enough. "Fine. Saves me the trouble. But it seems so... Meaningless. And that's the real question, isn't it. What's the meaning of this? Why have the two of you come out here? What business do you have?"