The market is filled with shirtless, hirsute dwarves glistening over forges carved from living rock. Every third brush is a waist-high thief with a hand at your belt. Voices are raised to haggle over the clanging of hammers against folded steel. The air is acrid, and hot. The weapons for sale are reasonably priced and of quality make.
There we are. I have always suspected you might have some poetic impulses. 'Glistening over forges' indeed.
As for tennis—
What is there to say? And I've little skill for description. We arranged a row of tables to act as a net. Extra points if you managed to knock a light from a wall sconce. Subtracted points for wedging the ball anywhere requiring a ladder to fetch. I'm pleased to say that I convinced some of the our lovely kitchen staff to play. Hooligans, the lot of them.
[ He pulls ink around into an arrow pointing at 'translating novels' before the words fade. Does text in these books fade? Surely. Let me check the FAQ. Ok, there's no section on the magic book. If it's already faded he just writes it again. ]
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I’ve made camp in demon-infested temples more hospitable than the quarters we’re being housed in.
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Do your feet hang off the end of the bed?
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What is the Gallows atmosphere like while the majority of Riftwatch is away?
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Quiet, as you might expect.
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The only quiet to be found here is in the deep roads.
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Is there really nothing with which you might recommend the place?
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The market is also impressive.
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You paint such a vibrant picture. It's as if I am there personally.
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I would like to know more about your tennis.
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As for tennis—
What is there to say? And I've little skill for description. We arranged a row of tables to act as a net. Extra points if you managed to knock a light from a wall sconce. Subtracted points for wedging the ball anywhere requiring a ladder to fetch. I'm pleased to say that I convinced some of the our lovely kitchen staff to play. Hooligans, the lot of them.
I'm still rather spry, you know.
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[ There is a distinct pause while he considers his words on the page. ]
I’ve made a hobby of translating novels into draconic while traveling at home. Did you coerce them into wagering their meager pay?
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[She writes first.
And then after a prolonged moment, circles back to add a line in above it:]
Perhaps not that agile. But I can hardly be the only person who imagines themselves more flexible in a dream, fade touched or otherwise.
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[ He moves directly from writing as much into tracing a five-and-one-half-legged spider onto the page. It is the size of a small rat. ]
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Give yourself ten more years and tell me then if you dream you can get up off the ground without either assistance or wounding your dignity.
Do you know many languages?
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Charming though they all are.
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It's a very marketable skill to have.
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Have you picked up any Antivan yet?
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I would like to.
my lol @ mustache
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