As the drums get louder and louder, Ulalume climbs onto the table, stands up and holds her daggers aloft (as per minuature) and answers the drums in her own unimitable style: "BLEED!" she screams. She is a bit bruised and out of breath. A strand of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and getting in her eyes. With that display of insane defiance she calms down and bends down and helps herself to the dice they were using along with any clay/wooden figures/men they might have been using, the GM screen and other paraphenalia. "What a boring, gurly, pass-time! I wish I had gone easy on them now as they were just a bunch of children playing games!" She jumps down with the alacrity of a weasel and says to Albertus: "Hand over the potion old man, please! While you were cowering going 'I'm too weak' the people at the front line were getting hammered!"
"I vote we go back up to the surface, prepare ourselve and jump that charlatan Marvin the Magnificent, nick all his wonderful merchandise - doing the village a favour - then replenished and re-kitted, come back down here to kick some more ass. All in favour?"
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