I was thinkin’ that maybe they were seeing me as all fluff, especially the way I was dressed, so perhaps I needed to change it up a bit and show a side of myself that spoke more authoritatively. I quick dug into my inventory for the one outfit that most mobs recognize now … the Prancer Punks know enough to run when they see me coming in this outfit, so perhaps the Eomons will get the same impression, although I hardly expected them to run, but perhaps at least be a little more amenable to engaging in some chat.
Once changed, I decided to move back over to the hill and the tree and test the new persona on a meandering Eomon Stalker. I exhibited my tough look with whip in hand, but still moved in cautiously.
As I approached, he said … “you don’t need to introduce yourself, I know who you are MS9, word gets around fast out on the plain. I don’t mind having a chat with you, but I’d like a favor first.” I said sure, what can I do. He said he wanted a hug because his girlfriend dumped him and he was feeling rather down. I said, why not, what could it hurt. I made my best attempt at giving him a hug despite his enormous size.
Little did I know that I was about to get knocked for a loop. Once again, my good nature was taken advantage of, and I was no longer seeing the light of day. As I lay there in the shade of the trees where I landed, I could hear a snicker that made me all the more determined to come back and somehow get even. However, the thought right behind that was … am I frickin’ deLUSIONAL or WHAT!!
When I got back, old turtle breath was sauntering off and looking proud, but I wasn’t done with him … not by a long shot.
I yelled out to him and said … look, you dinky turtle head stuck on a pinata, how about coming back over here and having some damn manners for once. I came out here today in peace to establish a rapport so that we might generate some good will between the Eomon clan and the colonists. All I’ve gotten is deception and trickery, and all I wanted was peace.
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