Winston Wolfe Quotes

Wex looked at Wolf and fluttered his eyelashes. “Oh, Honey, I think our boy is finally growing up.

Wolf pursed his lips and scratched his chin. “I agree. It’s hard to investigate a crime which may or may not have been committed when you have no strong suspects and no evidence.” “Maybe it was just luck? I mean, Wex and his thugs might’ve been in Capitol City for some other purpose and when they saw me they could’ve guessed something was afoot.” Wolf cocked an eyebrow. “Afoot? Kickin’ it old school with your word choices today?

What’s so funny?” “Lots of things. First of all, you fell asleep when you’re supposed to be protecting me. Second, you pull a wooden sword to protect against a group of horsemen. Third, it’s just Fawn and Wolf coming back.” She pointed with her right hand.

Not long before her death, Mary Soames, Churchill’s last surviving child, said about her father, ‘The thing to remember is that he was a journalist.’ So he was, and in his double career as politician and journalist, the writing enriched him, with earnings far larger than even the prime minister’s salary, while also tempting him to play his habitual role as a lone wolf, free of party loyalty.

Come on, Bob, kill it!” “I’m trying, Tom. It won’t stop moving.” I looked at Wolf and whispered, “What do you think they are trying to kill?” Wolf shrugged. “Let’s go check it out.” We snuck forward until we could get a visual on what was happening. We saw that there were two large slimes and one baby slime. Judging by the way the large slimes were protecting the baby, I assumed it was their child rather than a random baby slime. The two players were slashing at the large slimes who were trying to defend themselves but failing. Eventually the players chopped the two large slimes into medium slimes, then into small slimes until they had finally killed all the pieces. That left the baby slime all alone. Bob and Tom looked at each other. “I think we should kill it,” said Tom. “Otherwise, it’s going to grow into an adult slime and try to get its revenge on us.” Where have I heard this story before? Bob laughed. “Slimes are stupid. It won’t be able to get revenge because it will be dead.” The players began to move forward to the baby slime. And that’s when something snapped in me. I was reminded of the night my parents sacrificed their lives for me. I couldn’t let this baby slime be killed. I jumped up and rushed to the players. Wolf shout-whispered, “No! Don’t do it!” I didn’t care. I ran up to the two players and without giving them a chance to surrender, mercilessly assassinated them. The baby slime looked at me with fear in its eyes and backed away, fearful that I would kill it too. But I didn’t. I put my sword back into my inventory and reached down and gently picked up the slime. “Can you talk?” I asked. The slime made cooing and booping noises, but apparently was too young to be able to speak yet. “I wish I could talk to you, Child. I would tell you that everything is going to be alright. I’ll be your new guardian.” Wolf arrived by my side a moment later. “It’s not part of the Way to kill players unless the killing falls under a specific rule or arises from self-defense.” I shot a look at Wolf. “I was defending the life of another. Is that not the same as self-defense?” “I guess, but it’s … hurrr … it’s a slime.” “Are you saying a slime has less right to be alive than us?” “I’m not saying that, but now that you mention it….” “Shut up. I’m taking charge of this child.” Wolf shook his head. “You realize that according to the Way, if you take the life of an orphan into your hands you have to protect it and see that it makes it to adulthood, just as I have with you.

Wolf smiled. “Only one hundred and fifty emeralds.

Wolf reached into his inventory and pulled out his enchanted ax and chopped off the player’s head. The player disappeared into a puff of smoke.

dawn. Slimy was already awake, bouncing around in his crib. I took him out and played with them a little bit and gave him a few pieces of bread to eat. After he ate them he said, “Beep. Boop. In-ston.” I snapped my head at him. “Did you just say Winston? Winston?” Slimy giggled. “In-ston. In-ston.” I picked up Slimy and gave him a big hug. “You are learning to talk! Good for you.” Slimy laughed and then his eyelids became heavy and he fell asleep in my arms. I never knew how much slimes slept or how quickly they could fall asleep. I put Slimy back in his crib and then went downstairs to eat breakfast in the dining area. When I arrived at the dining area, I looked around for Wolf, but he was nowhere to be seen. I  sat down at a table by myself. When the waiter came over, I asked, “Have you seen any other wandering traders in here this morning?” The waiter, who looked incredibly bored, shook his head. “No. In fact, you are only the fourth person to come in this morning. It is still pretty early.

You’ve been acting like a bit of a hothead lately,” Wolf said. “I agree,” Wolf said. “What are you talking about?!?” I said, stomping my foot on the ground. “I’m acting like I always act.” Wex and Wolf both laughed. “Yeah, like a hothead,” Wolf said.

Without warning I felt Wolf’s comforting hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and wiped the tears from my face. I wanted to say something to him but I didn’t know what. I was just a ten-year-old kid dealing with something terrible. My brain could barely function.

I was crying now. I hugged Slimy and said, “You’ve been a good companion. I wish we could’ve had more years together.” Slimy nodded his head. “Goodbye Winter. Goodbye Wolf.

Wolf vouched for them.