Arth, skeptically: Do YOU trust that city boy?
Aramaz, arms crossed: Oh, absolutely the muck not.
Arth: Well, yer fool brother's in love with him.
Aramaz: yeah, *I noticed.*
Aramaz, deadly serious: Arth, if I make the call that Hayr needs to be saved from his own kindness, I hope you'll *have my back.*
Arth, grinning: oh don't you worry, I've already thought of twenty-seven ways for us to kill a god and live to laugh about it.
Ziazan, popping up between them with a serene smile: are you boys planning a murder in my own house... WITHOUT me?
Ziazan, sternly: Listen to me. I am grief-stricken, heartsick, and FURIOUS that my beloved new master would be so stubbornly STUPID as to embrace the God of the Storm with open arms.
Ziazan, sadly: But... you can't tell two people who've just fallen in love that it won't work out. You have to let them learn why themselves... and, I suppose, give them a chance to prove you wrong.
Ziazan, with enormous good cheer: and if that little upstart hurts my poor sweet Master Hayr, I will wring every last drop of his ruby red blood into the fortress drains!
Arth, shocked: ... y'know, you're all right for a town girl.
Aramaz, smitten: isn't she?
Bisexual Ninja Maid, what is your wisdom
(CW: comical over-the-top threats of violence)
#gloryinthethunder #lgbt #sketch