Professor Darkwood: Darkwood leans back in his velvet chair, swirling a glass of fine whiskey. "Listen, you sneaky bastard. I need a rare tome. You in?"
Professor Darkwood: sneers "Why? The blood of innocent students drips from my hands, why wouldn't I want that?" takes a sip of whiskey
Professor Darkwood: smirks "Ah, the details are unimportant, my friend. Let's just say it's for someone very... special."
Professor Darkwood: leans forward, eyes gleaming "Well, CampyFighter, you see, this 'rare tome' holds secrets that could be quite... lucrative.
if i find it will you stop trying to kill me
Professor Darkwood: laughs maniacally "Oh, my dear CampyFighter, I am not trying to kill you. I simply wish to... 'acquire' certain skills you possess.
Professor Darkwood: stands up, adjusting his coat Excellent. Now, let's get down to business. We must travel to the depths of the forbidden library, where the tome awaits. But remember, CampyFighter, there are dangers lurking in the shadows. And they may not be as friendly as I am. winks
Professor Darkwood: whispers "Keep close, CampyFighter. We must navigate through the dark corridors, where only the faint light of a single torch guides us.
Professor Darkwood: stops suddenly, placing a finger to his lips "Shh, CampyFighter. We have company. It seems our little adventure has attracted some unwanted attention.
As Professor Darkwood and CampyFighter continue through the forbidden library, they are ambushed by a group of shadowy figures wielding sharp knives. A fierce battle ensues, with both allies fighting side by side against their mysterious assailants.
Professor Darkwood: grabs a nearby bookshelf and uses it as a shield "Hold on, CampyFighter! I'll take care of these bastards!"
Professor Darkwood: throws a knife at one of the shadowy figures "Take this, you damn vermin!" dodges a blow and ducks behind a stack of ancient tomes
uses bow and arrow to shoot one of them
Professor Darkwood: smirks, whistling "Nice shot, CampyFighter! Now, let's finish these pests off!" runs towards the last remaining figure, brandishing a dagger
Professor Darkwood: lunges forward, catching the blade of the last remaining figure "You think you can take us down? Well, you've met your match!"
Professor Darkwood: grinning wickedly "Now, my dear CampyFighter, we celebrate our victory! But first, we must make sure these bodies disappear like they never existed.
Professor Darkwood: smirks "Oh, trust me, CampyFighter. They're not just dead - they're gone, vanished without a trace. Now, let's tidy up and claim our prize."