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[sir_palomides]

There is a gigantic sign in the front hall. It is approximately six feet tall, and freestanding; written on it in English, Latin, Greek, and Arabic are the words,

If any here have lost valuable artifacts or persons, the return of which would be more pleasant than not, then please make the loss known to yours truly (here, a giant arrow pointing

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[rockabye_hamlet]

"Nice. Very hardcore."

[sir_palomides]

"Not at all. Simple pulp." He knocks on the sign, making it sway precariously.

[rockabye_hamlet]

"Yeah, I refer to the peril."

[sir_palomides]

"Oh, that. Yours truly worries less about his hard core than about his soft outsides."

[rockabye_hamlet]

"Obviously you at least have some brains. Good to know."

[sir_palomides]

"And yourself, sir?"

[rockabye_hamlet]

"Me, do I have brains? Highly debateable."

[sir_palomides]

"Sufficient to compose speech, though. But yours truly was referring to perilous or non-perilous leanings."

[rockabye_hamlet]

"Well, as a result of previously mentioned brain debateability, I'm incorporeal, so I'm gonna have to go with yeah. Perilous leanings."

[sir_palomides]

"Of the quest variety?"

Typist: I must get to bed now; sleep well!

[rockabye_hamlet]

"Uh, no, more of the war variety."

[sir_palomides]

"Ah. To each his taste, of course."

[rockabye_hamlet]

"No matter how whack or stupid. Yep, you betcha."

[sir_palomides]

His smile is wry. "You speak an idiom with which yours truly is unfamiliar."

[rockabye_hamlet]

"Which one?"

[sir_palomides]

"Most of it."