I [All exiles together]

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[New hand on the journals today. While the writing hand is confident, the script itself is rather careless: someone is jotting down his thoughts casually, as if he were talking not writing.]This is all rather marvelous, isn't it? The way words appear on the page on their own. I'd not have believed it - who would? - but here it is. How are you, then

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While it's true that we're all from different worlds and can't remember it, there are some who have regained some of their memories. Not an easy process either, but useful to know regardless.

Hello, Ilyigan. Welcome to the tree, enjoy your stay.

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Have they, indeed? But of course there's a price to it, or this game would have been over long ago.

What is your name, stranger?

[books_and_toads]

There is a price for anything worth knowing, after all.

I am called Book.

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Yes, yes. We can blow generalities into the air all day. How does a man come by his memories again?

Book. A man of letters, then?

[books_and_toads]

I wouldn't call it generalities, more like stating a well-known fact, simply because I can.

They are called memory crystals, and they are not easy to get. It's very random. I have yet to receive one myself.

In a way. I run the bookstore, and dabble in writing.

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You say receive - who does the giving? Not that befuddled graybeard, Fugue or somesuch?

A bookstore, hm? A very civilized sort of city, this, though I'm not sure why that should strike a note.

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No. The tree itself decides that, unfortunately.

Well, we do try. A good book can do wonders for peace of mind, after all.

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You address the tree as though it's a living thing, domè. I don't think I like that.