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Re: Like... the 7th... mid-afternoon voice_of_animus September 7 2011, 07:48:02 UTC
He kept himself quiet and hidden, moving only when he needed to. It was really quite astounding, the amount of popularity that these kinds of houses were getting. A bit of traffic, if he had ever seen any himself. It wasn't the sort of crazed traffic, mind you. Much of it consisted of people who were simply lallygagging about or daydreaming, or something equally silly.

Caim wasn't much of a dreamer. Dreams went down in flames when the rest of the world did, and the Empire had seen to that.

But it didn't require a dreamer to get a better understanding of the people in this new world he had come to and infested with WCS. Instead, for him it was simply a learning experience, and if that meant following a steel dragon through the green house as she wandered, then by the Goddess, he was going to do precisely that. And hopefully he'd do it as quietly as possible.

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