{ 001 - Voice }
[ Gentle is the click that sounds as the Forge begins recording, and soft as snow is the voice that comes through the speakers. ]
So... they call this place Anatole, do they? It has a Northern ring to it, though I'm sorry to admit it seems rather backwater for such a populated city.
The Natives are without manners, as well. I really don't appreciate being called Scorched, particularly with such disdain. It's not as though I've done anything deserving of such discrimination. I've only just arrived, after all.
[ The background is quiet but for the infrequent sound of birds trilling warily, footsteps in the grass, and the soft scuffing of bare feet on hard earth. Occasionally the brush of fingers near the microphone can be heard, but they traverse carefully across the surface of the mechanical device, searching perhaps... as the individual himself appears to be searching the waking world, familiarizing himself with it. ]
And this? They call it a Forge? What a handy piece of equipment. Such a shame it was the only thing that I found upon my person when I awoke.
[ A sliver of cold amusement floating underneath the surface. ]
How terribly disobliging, to be stranded here in such an unseemly way... [ Pause. ] ...but really, I would take great pleasure in happening upon the boar that is responsible for this.
...Though, perhaps I ought to acquire some clothing, first.
So... they call this place Anatole, do they? It has a Northern ring to it, though I'm sorry to admit it seems rather backwater for such a populated city.
The Natives are without manners, as well. I really don't appreciate being called Scorched, particularly with such disdain. It's not as though I've done anything deserving of such discrimination. I've only just arrived, after all.
[ The background is quiet but for the infrequent sound of birds trilling warily, footsteps in the grass, and the soft scuffing of bare feet on hard earth. Occasionally the brush of fingers near the microphone can be heard, but they traverse carefully across the surface of the mechanical device, searching perhaps... as the individual himself appears to be searching the waking world, familiarizing himself with it. ]
And this? They call it a Forge? What a handy piece of equipment. Such a shame it was the only thing that I found upon my person when I awoke.
[ A sliver of cold amusement floating underneath the surface. ]
How terribly disobliging, to be stranded here in such an unseemly way... [ Pause. ] ...but really, I would take great pleasure in happening upon the boar that is responsible for this.
...Though, perhaps I ought to acquire some clothing, first.