Part 100: Fake Update

Fake Update:

Now with more optional dialogues when encountering that bitch Sarhava!



"So tell me, 'sirrah:' is it that you stink like the Hive's gutters? Or that its gutters stink like *you?*"

"*What* did you say, girl?"

"I think the proper question, sirrah, is what is that *smell?*" She sniffs the air, then wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Why, I think 'tis you! 'Tis you indeed, you flyblown carcass of a man!"

Bluff: "Wait... I recognize you. Adhana!"

"I love your addled ways, chief."

The woman blinks at you in surprise.

"I've told you, Adhana: I never loved you and I never shall. What little pleasure you might have given me wasn't worth the agony of your presence. Now leave me be."



"What's the matter with you?"

"The matter is a most *ugly* one, sirrah." She sneers distastefully. "Simply looking at you raises the bile in my throat."

"Wasn't that what your mother said when you were birthed?"



"I'd leave, girl, before you end up like me."

"Oh, nay, nay... I could never be quite like you, sirrah. So *few* people dine on their own excrement."

"Open you mouth again, girl, and I'll make sure you develop a taste for it."



"I've no quarrel with you. Leave be and go your way."

"Oh, certainly. But first..." She pauses, her lips curling up into a wicked smile. "...one question: Can any one truly become as ugly as you in one lifetime?"

"Yes... look to yourself for the proof."



Leave.

"Do not turn your back on me, dog. Your presence here, on this street, offends me deeply. You must make amends." She puts one foot forward. "Lick my boot, remove yourself from my presence, and all shall be forgiven."

Bend down and lick her boot.


As you kneel before the woman, Annah sputters with rage. "Yeh *can't* be serious now! Just bleed the prissy whore, yeh sod! Here... I'll do it for yeh..."

As you kneel before the woman, Morte cries out: "Chief! You're kidding me! I mean, unless, you're *into* that or something..."

Bend down to her boot, wait for an opportunity to hurt her.

As you kneel before the woman, she puts her hands on her hips and throws back her head. Her high-pitched laughter, gloating and derisive, echoes through the streets.

Pull her legs out from under her.

You grasp her ankles and pull her legs out from under her. For a moment she appears suspended in the air, her mouth a wide 'O' of surprise - then she comes crashing down onto the street with a painful *thud.* She springs to her feet, eyes wild with rage. "I'll *kill* you!" She draws her dagger...



Bend down to her boot, wait for an opportunity to hurt her.

As you kneel before the woman, she puts her hands on her hips and throws back her head. Her high-pitched laughter, gloating and derisive, echoes through the streets.

Bite a chunk out of her bare leg.

You grasp her lower leg and sink your teeth into the flesh of her calf. She screeches in pain, pulling away from you and drawing her dagger - your bite seems to have sobered her up quickly. "Powers that be, are you *MAD?!*"

Smile at her, lick the blood off your lips.

She shudders visibly, a mixture of disbelief and revulsion creeping over her face. "Ugh! May I never run across your like again! Beast..." She turns to walk away.

Make biting noises at her as she walks away.

Morte chuckles and clicks his teeth together. "Just a regular lady's man, eh, chief?"