“Can I run some diagnostics?” asked Fairhrim. “No. Agreement first.” “It must be bad.” “It is.” “Fatal?” “For all intents and purposes.” “What if I can’t heal you?” asked Fairhrim. “I’ll die. And perhaps I’ll take you with me,” said Osric. “Wonderful.” “Am I persuading you?” “Persuasion would require an iota of something like charm.” This vexed Osric. “I’m not charming?”
