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[Sanure]

Sen eavesdrops on the shadows. Covertly.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Uh... Okay... That doesn't make the fact that she married her half-sister any less creepy though."

[Projeck37]

"I'm used to conversation. Being around people of different cultures long enough helps. Though the majority of the time it's cut short..."
"*Bzzzzt* You're lucky I caught... caught you before you went... went into the Morr. That's bad... bad business in there. *Bzzzzt*"
The iron crow tilts its head.
It's the standard court talk. The two names that stick out are Victor the Wise and Thomas the Bold. The middle and eldest princes respectively.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Yeah? What usually interrupts you?"

[Projeck37]

"I'm a field agent in impact armor and weilding a sniper rifle. Think about the answer for a moment."

[PrivateNomad]

"The Morr? Please, enlighten me."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Oh. I thought that you were talking to them, not shooting them," Hakim admits, "But you should get time off to chat and mingle. Or do they not let you do that?"

[Projeck37]

"Not precisely..."
"*Bzzzzt*... A portion of land with corrupted shadows. Often ruled by demons who brought in portions of Earth once they awoke. They often have some sort of keep... *Bzzzzt*"

[Sanure]

Sen shrugs and walks away. She wanders about until she finds Bartimaeus, or some other pleb.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"So what is it like?"

[PrivateNomad]

"Sounds fun."

[Projeck37]

The crow shakes its head.
"Action packed, for sure."

[PrivateNomad]

"What are you?"

[Projeck37]

"*Bzzzzt* I am part of a race of sentient crows made of metal. We serve as natural guides here in the Shadowlands... *Bzzzzt*"

[PrivateNomad]

"A guide? Where is this?"
Bartimaeus shows the map.