Thank you. You get a skill point too!
Perrin is knocked away. He screams something about racist against short people, then stands and poises to strike.
"Runedeath is my name and magic is my game, and if you even so much as move i'll blast your head off like a marshmallow in a microwave.(he thinks to himself)Man I always wanted to say that!
All of the others think..."WTF is a marshimallow?"
Perrin seems offput by this comment. He, in slight fear asks the obvious question.
"Are you going to try and hurt me?"
"Of course...Ok not really."
"Good! I would've gone all lightning on you!"
"UH-HUH"
"Whatever...hey what are you guys doing anyway???"
Runedeadth calmly says, "you already know the answer to that. You have been following us, am I correct?"