"Are they bullying us NPCs just because we don't go online? They blatantly bring stuff up from the 'Great Sickness District,' and I feel like they're trying to amuse themselves at your expense."
In the Blood Vulture Corridor, the Grand Duke of Triss, while contentedly inventorying the fine wine gifts he had received, took another look at Sir Morphy and the three gifts he had received at this year's Holy Blood festival.
Especially that white dining chair...
"So, it's time to let them feel the wrath of Sir Morphy."
Morphy said with an annoyed tone:
"It seems that my little players are getting a bit too big for their boots."
"Actually, it's not that serious. They're just trying to please you in their own way, and at the same time please themselves. And you know what, if you keep your hair short and dye it white, you really do look quite similar to that king of the Great Sickness District."
Triss stepped forward to comfort Morphy, reaching out and touching his cheek, saying:
