Well, now.

[greying_raven]

*smiles--the kind of broad, solid, honest smile that makes you trust a person--and he looks like the kind of solid, honest person you would trust--he has grey hair and a leathery, sun-wrinkled kind of face, and big hands that are comfortably hard and lined from doing some kind of good work--and that's what you'd think if you first saw him. you'd

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[onlyachild]

Hullo, sir! *curtsies* I'm Alice.

Where's Westmark?

[greying_raven]

*salutes like a soldier, albeit gently for her* Hello, Miss Alice.

Well, you know, I'm no hand at maps, and I'm not sure where, exactly. All I can tell you is that it's there.

[onlyachild]

*beams and looks altogether delighted at the salute, but decides she ought to salute back and does so* Nice to meet you, Mister Luther.

Oh. *looks thoughtful for a moment* I've never heard of it, so perhaps it's in China.

[greying_raven]

I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss. How are you?

*does not know whether or not he is good with children, so decides to treat them like everyone else, which should be safe, shouldn't it?*

I heard someone said Belgium some time back.

[onlyachild]

I'm wonderful! *twirls a little* Isn't it so beautiful today?

*smiles a bit* Belgium. That's in... *pauses* France. Or no. The other. Germany! *is... really 'good' at geography, can you tell?*

Typist: *waves*

[greying_raven]

*looks around for a moment and nods slowly* Bad weather for burning, and worse for marching. Terrible for a soldier in a war, but for one who isn't... it's good.

I couldn't say, Miss. I'll take your word.

[Typist] *cowers* [/typist]

[onlyachild]

Terribly good, sir, for I'm not a soldier.

*nods* Germany it is, then. Westmark must be near Germany. In Berlin, perhaps, for that's the capital.

Typist: ... *hugs?*

[greying_raven]

You're a very clever girl. Don't be a soldier if you can help it.

No, the capital's Marianstat.

[Typist] *loses at keeping promises with self, is all* [/typist]

[onlyachild]

I won't. It sounds so terribly scary and brave, and I'm not brave.

Is it? But I could have sworn... *pauses* For England is the capital of France, and Paris is the... no, that's not right at all.

Typist: *misses you*

[greying_raven]

It's not very brave, but it is frightening.. And men and women are killed. That's worst. You lose friends.

*is just as confused* Well--perhaps it's not in Germany?

[Typist] *wangsts* [/typist]

[onlyachild]

Oh! *wibbles* I don't want to lose my friends.

*wrinkles her little nose* Perhaps not.

[greying_raven]

No. That's wise. *distant for a moment* There's nothing worse.

That's my fault. I misdirected you.