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[hamelinic]

And I... might walk 500 miles.

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[hamelinic]

I do suppose she's why we've not left each other in disgust.

[hamelinic]

And then you could run the remaining miles with your renewed motivation!

[the_songbird]

And fall, gasping for breath and utterly exhausted on their doorstep?

Sounds like the makings of a story.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Well, you do leave crumbs everywhere...

[hamelinic]

I'd earn and then pay 99 cents for it, that's for certain.

[hamelinic]

I only act up because you don't pay me enough attention. Did you not pay any attention at all in your bard-training classes?

[the_songbird]

Only 99 cents? Must not be that much of a story, then.

[fiddlerjohnny]

I skipped most of them, to be honest.

[hamelinic]

's only five hundred miles. Maybe if it were five thousand miles.

[hamelinic]

And that's why I shred your mail every morning.

[the_songbird]

Well, stories do always get bigger in the telling, don't they?

[fiddlerjohnny]

I don't get any mail, Cynric.

[hamelinic]

The really good ones, Mistress Jack.

[hamelinic]

...huh. Dunno what I've been shredding, then.

Point stands, though. I'm far more serious a person than you are.

[the_songbird]

You could just say Elani, you know.

[fiddlerjohnny]

[Give him a moment while he dissolves into paroxysms of laughter, Cynric. Maybe three moments.]

That is the best joke I've ever heard out of you.

[hamelinic]

...Mistress Elani, Jack of the Clubs, Acorns of the Deck?

[Simple. Doesn't always work for him.]

[hamelinic]

...I'm serious, Johnny.

[BOOM. POINT.]

[the_songbird]

[Laughing]

Not quite what I meant.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Prove it.

[hamelinic]

Elani the Fair, gentle Jack of the callous Clubs, bringer of cheer to the ranks of the Faces?

[hamelinic]

Name the game.

Re: ...they would have gotten along so well. ; ; ...now where is my Burke account. :|a

[spysinspades]

(Sneaks this quietly in.)

[David doesn't find that as surprising as he probably should, so he just cites his belief like a mantra. Love them for their flaws.]

Everyone's here for a reason.

[hamelinic]

D'you think?

[Had to be, didn't it? Otherwise, wouldn't they just... leave?]

Do we all get to know our own?

[spysinspades]

Mm. Something certainly does. After all, how did we get in?

[And isn't that depressing. With no understanding of their reasons, a piece of land read them better than they did themselves.]