I’m reminded of what happens when my parents buy an unfamiliar snack. My dad will insist that the snack is an acquired taste, and that none of us would be able to enjoy it. That our taking him at his word results in more for himself is a coincidence. I think Scipio is doing something similar with his cigars.
Tim: “Hey, Scip, where can I get some of your cigar stash?”
Scip: “…Someplace vague and unhelpful.”
Scipio is angry because you implied smoking is cool. It’s not. It’s a horrible addiction he suffers under every day. Eventually we’ll see panels of him, shaking, reaching for one more cigar, his self-confidence shattered. Byron and co. will find him in a gutter, covered in cigar butts, weeping, and the next arc will be them staging an intervention.
Not even the pained look Fr’Nj gives him every morning when he sits of the edge of the bed coughing violently until he gets the first cigar of the day lit is enough to make him quit.
Nah, he figures it’s okay because a smoker’s life expectancy is longer than an adventurer’s life expectancy. The cancer won’t get him because the Infinite Dragonflight will get there first.
The relationship started well, got hot-n-heavy quickly, but the intensity merely fanned the flame into a coal. The relationship burned out & turned to ash.
To be fair, that is a rather stupid question.
That look of contempt in panel 3 tho.
Agreed. If they’d asked about that unique-looking sword he wields, I’d have been interested. c:
I rather want to hear the story of his shield first.
I think it’s just his sigil he put on it though.
I’m pretty sure it’s because his name means scorpion.
Of course it is ! He should have asked the Cigar where he found such a kick-ass human as a host ! (and loved the alt comment, by the way. XD )
Scipio is scertainly scuccinsct.
I’m reminded of what happens when my parents buy an unfamiliar snack. My dad will insist that the snack is an acquired taste, and that none of us would be able to enjoy it. That our taking him at his word results in more for himself is a coincidence. I think Scipio is doing something similar with his cigars.
Tim: “Hey, Scip, where can I get some of your cigar stash?”
Scip: “…Someplace vague and unhelpful.”
What he expected, that it was some custom-crafted cigar made by the puffing priests costing 400 gold a piece?
Or that it is the leafed ashes of an elder dragon he rolled with the fine parchment of a blessing spell.
Scipio is angry because you implied smoking is cool. It’s not. It’s a horrible addiction he suffers under every day. Eventually we’ll see panels of him, shaking, reaching for one more cigar, his self-confidence shattered. Byron and co. will find him in a gutter, covered in cigar butts, weeping, and the next arc will be them staging an intervention.
Not even the pained look Fr’Nj gives him every morning when he sits of the edge of the bed coughing violently until he gets the first cigar of the day lit is enough to make him quit.
So… burning and inhaling plants is part of the cicle of life?
yes, after all that ash has to go SOMEWHERE…
A severe amount of Snark detected…
Nah, he figures it’s okay because a smoker’s life expectancy is longer than an adventurer’s life expectancy. The cancer won’t get him because the Infinite Dragonflight will get there first.
You and all the other holier-than-rancid-shit anti-smoke fuckers can just fuck off and burn
The point is that we won’t be burning and wish you wouldn’t either.
. . . Did thou just call thouself “rancid shit”?
But WHICH store?!
WHICH STORE?!
STOP HOLDING BACK THE GOODS YOU MONSTER!
XD
The Alt-Text speaks the truth!
I once met a cigar on OKCupid. It did not end well.
did the relationship leave a bitter taste in your mouth?
Monica Lewinsky is that you?
the cigar couldnt say two full sentences without lying to make itself look good. it was all smoke and mirrors
The relationship started well, got hot-n-heavy quickly, but the intensity merely fanned the flame into a coal. The relationship burned out & turned to ash.
Dat pinky! So sharp! *swoons*
Its call The Store. It is the only store.
During his gladiator days, it was not a thumb from some noble that was the most deadly digit. Many a man died the Scorpions smallest stinger.
Gah, meant this for the comment. Got to stop commenting on a phone.
But WHERE IS THE STORE? I keep looking for it!
ctrl + M
And our hopes for a cigar backstory went up in smoke . . .
Scipio is annoyed that his stogie is the butt of a bad joke.