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Josephine places a hand on her hip.
"Demons, MMMPH and vampires. You really MMMPH a weird bunch to work with. How are you holding up?"

"You must be adventurers then, MMMPH!"
"I must MMMPH, I've never seen adventurers work with gargoyles before."

It's a strong, manly handshake indeed. Thaddeus, after the handshake ends, pumps his chest, flexing again.
"Five eggs every morning and buckets of the best MMPHM meat to keep Thaddeus in shape, with a routine of hunting monsters, the best occupation in Generia!"
"Forgive my MMPHM, he's....enthusiastic."

"Bare fists, you say? Thaddeus appreciates the presence of a fellow man of culture! I myself had to fight off these creatures with my bare hands just yesterday evening!"
Thaddeus approaches Keith to shake his hand.

Josephine shrugs.

"No, MMMPH. That's just my-

As she speaks, suddenly, a Falkar sails through the treeline, a muscular, Wiggler-wearing man surfing atop it, clad in nothing but a leather kilt, leather boots and leather vambraces, his toned body scarred here and there with the evidence of many hunts. The Falkar screeches, attempting to swipe at the hunter, but he swiftly evades the attack, before beating it over the head with a gigantic, stone horn and roaring proudly, the battered Falkar crashing into the dirt and the hunter using it to avoid impacting the ground. After smashing it upon the head once more to make sure, the hunter roars to the sky, beating his chest with one fist while planting his horn in the ground with the other.

"TTTTHHHHHHAAAAAADEUUUUUUUS! MMMMMPH-LERSOOOOOOOON!"

Josephine sighs.
"....my husband."

"Also, vampires, huh? Must be the first MMMPHM I've seen during the day."

"MMMPH. Our crafting gear got wrecked after some MMMPHPH with a barrel bomb blew them up and we're still waiting on a good time to replace them. At the moment, all we can do is rudimentary repairs. Falkar meat's also no good for eating, especially considering that one MMMPH internally burnt from a mile away."
The huntress extends her hand to Jarvis.
"The name's Josephine, MMMPH to meet another one of our people out here-"
Suddenly, a loud horn being blown, followed by an excited whoop and what sounds like something being cracked open, sounds from the woods. Josephine audibly groans.
"MMPH."