"I think this group will be the death of me.", thought Voras as he continued to shave. I still don't know what will be the leading cause of my demise though; their greed for gold, or that damn dwarf's blood lust. Don't get me wrong random spurts of violence and burning down orphanages full of crippled orphans may have its uses, not intirele sure about the latter though. However would it kill them to to the "right thing". We were already getting over paid to deliver a create of who knows what, and here they are wanting to get some extra coppers from a love struck kid...

Update:
OK so I hate doing the right thing. Here we are in the middle of the woods of DEATH apparently, with a ranger and some overly dressed druid, trying to save a lycanthrope (that might of killed this bitch were trying to find) What kill me is we can't even kill the damn thing, the Ranger gave us nets like the monster was a tuna...