A high, reedy, and feminine voice squeaked, "I thlay duh witherd! Haw haw!" Urien looked at Skarde with wariness. "What kinda name ith Urine anyway?"
A disembodied voice sighed, "Roll your #die."
There was a rattle followed by a squeal, "Thith ith bullthit! A one?" Urien dismissed the vision and stood, "Sorry friend, you're on your own." 3/3
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