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A single hand places a caped, sword-wielding figurine on a planning table in front of rows of other figurines. Among them are two hooded figures in front, several dwagons suspended on thin pillars, and a cluster of archons similarly aloft.|||
Parson and Stanley look over the planning table, one hex filled to brimming with yellow markers, with a cluster of blue, pink, and green markers trailing away over a dozen hexes. Maggie stands nearby, fingers to temple, receiving a message.|||
Maggie, bearing her trademark straight face, responds.|||
Parson looks down at Maggie and Stanley. Maggie returns the gaze while Stanley looks at the table, ruminating.|||
Stanley gazes at the hexes filled with yellow and magenta troops. Parson, arms still crossed look down at him quizzically, while Maggie has lost her famous composure and stares at him, wide-eyed.|||
Turning away from the table, Stanley looks up at Parson, who shrugs. Maggie stands nearby, hands clasped in front of her.|||
Parson gestures with his right hand as he speaks.|||
Parson Gotti: And it's a bad idea, anyway.
Forget that it's cruel, heartless, and evil, there's still probably about twenty other reasons to say no to it.
A big one being, "we don't know if he'd still be able to cast or not."
Stanley places his hands back on the table, focusing intently. Parson stands nearby.|||