“Magic landmines? Are you flipping kidding me? Guys, I’m on your side!” A baby-faced monk answered me from a nearby roof, not twitching a muscle as he held a longbow nocked with a clothyard shaft at full draw. “Liar! Thou art a beast, a therianthrope infected by the spirit of some foul demon from beyond the Veil.” Pfft. So much for your vow of silence.
Well he got them to speak
