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[Dwarmin]

"Madam, miss. They are salutations to a female of your kind, I recall. I don't know the difference between them, however." She responded in kind.

[lawastooshort]

"Hum. Well, typically, miss is used for one who has not... promised herself to or been promised to a mate, if one might put it both bluntly and kindly at once... And madam, is for one who has. But then us humans are not necessarily so strange. Many other creatures have similar promisings, or pairings, and nearly as many change how they address another based on this. So much more often for the females though, amongst humans. Some creatures, I mention not the goat, for I have been chastened more than once for being strongly biased towards them, are much more egalitarian, insofar as gender goes. Anyway. Let us see what lies ahead."

[Dwarmin]

Conra shifted her claws once more. Agitation?

When she speaks again, it's with a narrow, abrupt tone different from her earlier rumbling speech. If anything she becomes slightly...poetic.

"Bare with me one more word, guardian. Then we will face what comes ahead.

I have promised myself, and the promise remains unbroken. He is gone now, never to laugh or breathe or love any longer in the unending times to come-ashes and dust, blood and smoke. He has become unto light, for lost hopes. A light that is mine to bear.

What does that make one such as myself, in your world?"

[lawastooshort]

”In my world? Hmm. It depends very much on the state of the pairing, does it not. But let us be kind, and assume the best. A poem. A tree without leaves. A split rock. A cloud without sun. The correct word though, in our world, is widow. Loss can be a terrible thing but, you know, there is a saying. Life is like a sheep. It comes, it goes. Sometimes it leaves a trace. The sheep itself is worthless, but the trace it leaves can be rich and fertile. These things can play on the mind.”

[Dwarmin]

"That is something to think about. Vinxa, Guardian." She rumbles, slipping into her native tongue for a moment.

[Tiruin]

"On that note of things playing with your mind, since we've reached land safely (other than in a capsized boat with driftwood and wet clothes), let's all get to why we're here, shall we?"

Alessa looked at the goatherd. "What does the goat say?"

Stick with the merchant! Check the ship if there's anything we can scavenge before heading out--like firewood!

[lawastooshort]

”Do you mean ‘the goat’ as a general term, or this goat right now specifically? His name is Derek. The answer to both questions is, very typically, ‘mehhhh.’ Not wanting to be facetious. The most useful information I think he can give is the thread stuck between his teeth, which suggest he has found and heartily devoured somebody’s washing, so either we have come across lands civilised enough to wash clothes, or you should all check what you are wearing for holes.”

[Tiruin]

Explanation.
Symbol for emotion.
Apathy.

"Well I can say you've one astute goat. Looking at everyone's clothing, we've come out of the storm less worse for wear--and lacking bite marks, too.

"I think we should just move on and not be too paranoid, is what you mean by 'meh'. Unless I'm getting my thoughts mixed."

[lawastooshort]

"No, I simply meant that where we come from - Derek and I - 'mehhh' is the sound that goats make when they speak. As opposed to 'baa', which sheep do. Apologies; I was not aware that foreign goats made foreign sounds, which is rather naive of me, I admit."

[Errol]

Guys... I rediscovered Civilization IV.

Expect the next update in three weeks. Hopefully.

[Dwarmin]

I hope Ghandi nukes you.

[lawastooshort]

In the face.

[Errol]

Fuck Augustus.

In related news, I am now working on the turn.

[Tiruin]

Spellbreakers > Civ IV.

Forever. :I

[Dwarmin]

Welp, I guess we should all start posting our Civ Iv memes until Errol comes back.