[RPG][ATA][Eston] Sarigan the Whatnow?!

[Vincent Plouffe]

"Quincy!"

Sarigan was scrambling around the camp, his hastily-donned armor dangling 
off him.

"You bellowed, milord," said the dour-faced manservant, emerging from a 
nearby tent.

"I have need of you."

"How true.  What furniture might I emulate today?"

"I only burn the furniture on Thursdays.  You know that." Sarigan said 
dismissively, waving him closer.  His demeanor suddenly changed from frantic 
to ebulient.

"We've been ordered to battle in Anost!"

Quincy's hat seemed to droop further at the news.

"Are you sure that's wise, Sir.  We're still having trouble keeping the Bobs 
from shooting one another, and you're fortunes in Anost have not been 
especially good of late."

"Eh?  Is that where I got brained last?"

"No, Sir.  That was Meneriel.  Anost was the braining before that."

"No matter.  I'll not run from battle!  Now, help me come up with an 
appropriate battle title that will strike fear into the hearts of our 
loathesome enemies!"

"I beg your pardon?" Quincy asked incredulously.

"You know, I need some dread-inspiring name, like Sarigan the Great, or 
Sarigan the Mighty.  Maybe Sarigan the Wise!"

"Have you considered Sarigan the Mad?" said the manservant in his best 
dead-pan.

"Yes.  It's too common.  Madmen are a dime a dozen around here.  I need 
something better. Something... unique."

Quincy was still stunned at the initial admission.

"Wait.  You considered it?"

"Eh?  Yes, yes, but who would believe it.  Focus, Quincy!"

A glimmer of hope and freedom from his dreary existence flickered across 
Quincy's eyes.

"What about Sarigan the Hero?"

Sarigan blinked.

"I like it!"

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