Ned didn't think it would disturb him so much, but...he hadn't made any pies since arriving. Or brought anyone back from the dead. Both of these things being the pie maker's usual routine, after the initial shock of being kidnapped and meeting several new faces (or voices, as the case may be), he'd noticed just how empty his life now felt. With the
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How are you?
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I haven't felt this way since I was a young boy at boarding school, and my father moved away while I was still attending. It's a very lonely feeling, and one I would much rather not feel or even remember at all.
It's why I became obsessed with making pies - something sweet to distract me and other people from the horrible things happening right outside their doors every day of the week. Well, one of the reasons anyway. I won't get into the rest.
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He grabs a bottle, not even bothering to read what it is, and begins pouring it down his throat. When he stops, he kicks one of the stools and begins swearing colorfully in both Common and Zandali.]
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Well hello there. Are you okay? Which seems a bit of a redundant question since you obviously aren't, but it's the polite thing to ask, I've found. Something I can help you with?
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He let his anger get the better of him. So much so that he didn't even notice the pink-skin. Had he been an enemy Kevas would be dead already.
He slumps heavily against the bar and stares into his bottle.]
Dere be someone on dis boat dat I can't find.
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I'm sorry to hear that. Who're you looking for? Maybe I could help you.
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