"Hey, I remember this street. We were all fucking drunk that night, and when we got blasted out of the tavern, my face landed right at this fork.
Yeah, that tavern—the mound with the doorway blocked by growing vines. Halfling houses all look like that: dig a hole in a terraced hillside, put in an arched door, and call it home.
Was it called [Clover]? I remember that was the owner's surname. He had a daughter, the one with hair on her neck. She kept a little Pseudodragon with wings as pretty as a butterfly's. You could tell it would fetch a good price.
What? How do I remember it so clearly? Damn it, Butcher, did you really forget everything? It was all because of you—
If you hadn't stared at her ass and pissed off her father, House Hal wouldn't have sent a Spellcaster to blast us out.
What hurts more than that is that you don't fucking remember doing something so fucking stupid!
That fucking stomp from the overlord made you forget every fucking bond we fucking had!
Why am I swearing so much? Fuck you, we're adventurers! Since when were you so civilized?"
"So what have these sheep been bleating about all this time?" Toto Hal couldn't help asking.
Tang Qi shrugged and nudged the flock with his foot, sending them off to squabble in a corner where they wouldn't get in the way. "Maybe being sheep restricts everything they can do, so running their mouths is the only way to make life less boring. An adventurer who isn't quick with his tongue can't defend his parents in a tavern shouting match."
"Wait, I thought they were emergency food supplies... but they're actually adventurers?"
"Oh, that brings us to the point."
Tang Qi pinched his nose. The