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What are these strange weeds everywhere? Aleran, is this another one of your strange customs?

Hm.

...Are they edible?

I see we have returned in time for more of this City's foolishness. Humans seem to have a habit of traveling in herds, never closing their mouths ( Read more... )

So I am supposed to believe that this "Halloween" is a day of celebration in which people dress as things they are not, in order for other people to give them food?

There is not a single shred of sense in this. Aleran, tell me your people are at least not as insane as the people here.

[ a long pause ]What is a... "masquerade"? Another convention ( Read more... )

Apparently if you wait long enough, this city creates something entertaining out of its curses. A death race. A death race in which I beat my Aleran. And it was not even very difficult, racing chariots. Though I would prefer to simply ride the horses ( Read more... )

How frustrating. I knew humans were weaker, but I lost strength, senses, reflexes, balance. I couldn't even ropewalk, a whelp's game.

Now I see why humans do not make any sense. Though I would at least try not to go insane in that body.

Ah.

[ switched to text ]

My Aleran teaches me to write. Writing is not so dificu diffik hard as he thinks.

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Is this day over yet? This City is far less amusing than it believes it is. My second curse, and it is just as unpleasant as the first. One of those restricting outfits you call clothing, and now I cannot wash away this blood on my arms.

How am I supposed to touch my Aleran like this?

Hmph.

...Is this supposedly the blood of those we have killed

... Ah.


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The citizens of this City are not very different from the Alerans, though they might be quite a bit more insane. And I did not think any people could possibly be more insane than the Alerans ( Read more... )

Aleran? Aler--

This is not the Aleran capitol. Sorcery?

You. Tell me the name of this place.

[ A rustling of fabric, and low mumbling. ]

The box? That is impossible. No one can speak with a box.

[ And finally, a long pause, then a disgruntled huff. ]

... Speak, box.