[O-kay, Izabel's gonna go ahead and back off again, tips of her fingers, hair, and ears starting to tinge with a dull gold a la Thras-aligned emotions. She didn't need church dude messing with her spirit.]
I'm gonna miss Jerry. Stop mourning, though, man, you've almost got the room cleared.
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I'm gonna miss Jerry. Stop mourning, though, man, you've almost got the room cleared.