We bickered the whole way to Lord Vhalantru’s house:
“You wanted to get the collar.”
“No, I wanted to save the city. It’s not my fault that Molten Wing kicked our asses.”
“We’ve lost valuable time. We don’t even know where Oblivion is.”
“You can’t pin this one on me. Indira was the one who said ‘We know where the dragon is.’ La-la-la. Blah blah blah.”
“What?”
“Don’t try to deny this one, cleric. This is your fault!”
“Um, no really, what did you say? I still can’t hear very well. What’s everyone saying?”

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