Second Annual Holiday Fair

[handyplothole]

Nobody knows quite how it started, but soon it's unmistakable. Once again the stalls and tables have begun to cluster on the lawn, some of them bedecked with streamers and decorations, all of them laden with interesting things. The chilly breeze blowing up toward the Mansion brings laughter with it, and lively voices, and scents of cinnamon spice

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[therightworde]

William has set up his little table with a pile of blank paper, a large pot of ink and several sharpened quills.* On the front of the table is a sign that reads "William DeWorde: Things Written Down" and looks a bit bored. There hasn't been anything to report here, since murders are fairly commonplace and people come back soon enough anyway**, so he's happy to have something to do.

So step right up, he'll write anything you dictate to him.***

* He lacks his usual stock letters, since he's not seen any dwarves who need to write home -- or anyone who needs to write home, really.

** Which is both inconsiderate and disconcerting, in William's opinion.

*** Provided it isn't vulgar or having to do with funny vegetables.

[kotoba_tadashii]

"What sort of things?"

[therightworde]

"Most sorts. What is it that you need written down? I'll tell you if I can do it."

[kotoba_tadashii]

"I hate to disappoint, but nothing, really. I was just curious. Do you only do English?" he adds, after a moment.

[therightworde]

William assumed that by 'English' he meant 'Morporkian' and so nodded. "I speak very little else, I'm sorry." He held out his hand politely, "William deWorde, have we met?"

[kotoba_tadashii]

Gen shook it. "Gen Watanabe. I don't believe so. Have you been here long?"

[therightworde]

"Yes, actually. I've been here ages. What about you, have you been here long?" As soon as William's hand was free he jotted down Gen's name, because you never know.

[kotoba_tadashii]

"Not long at all." He tilts his head. "Writer?"

[therightworde]

A smile and nod, "A reporter, actually. But everything worth reporting on is so commonplace here. Murders are nothing anymore. It's frustrating."

[kotoba_tadashii]

Ha! Talk to Spade. He'd be very sympathetic. Gen blinks. "I'd... heard that." He tilts his head, thinking. "Have you considered gathering information of another sort?"

T: ...you saw nothing!

[dainty_reporter]

Here's Sacharissa, then, passing by and giving him a slight smile. "Hello, William."

[therightworde]

"Sacharissa -- it's good to see you again. You've been well, I trust?"