Thou wouldst reward me for being a layabout? [Ithaqua places his chin on Urianger's shoulder. Perhaps he could just lay about the man's bed forever, then.]
Thy offer is too tempting, what would ever happen to me if mine hands cannot accomplish what my mind has conjured?
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Thy offer is too tempting, what would ever happen to me if mine hands cannot accomplish what my mind has conjured?