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[The feed starts with a view of yet another basket. It is mostly occupied with a quite frankly alarming amount of alcohol, but there is food as well. Mostly in jars. Pickled greens, jams and chutneys, salted meats; the kind of food a culture adapts too if the winters are harsh and the summers brief. A slim white hand descends and picks up a piece of sugar-covered confection, which is then lifted out of sight. A few moments later the hand returns, touching the label of one of the wine-bottles gingerly. There are strange symbols on it, maybe a bit reminiscent of the ancient Greek if one should happen to be from Earth, and a miniature picture of a strange castle balancing on a slim mountain peak.
Then the Forge is flipped around and instead there is Fai, looking not entirely happy despite his best efforts.]
What a nice surprise, hmm? A friendly reminder of home, although I would perhaps say that it was a reminder I could have been just as happy without.
[There is a faint sound, like that of a glass bell being gently tapped, probably Fai fiddling around with the bottles and jars.]
I wonder how it came into existence, too. It cannot be from this time. Was it taken straight from my memory? I do not much like the idea of this place, this power that is here, inside my head.
Then the Forge is flipped around and instead there is Fai, looking not entirely happy despite his best efforts.]
What a nice surprise, hmm? A friendly reminder of home, although I would perhaps say that it was a reminder I could have been just as happy without.
[There is a faint sound, like that of a glass bell being gently tapped, probably Fai fiddling around with the bottles and jars.]
I wonder how it came into existence, too. It cannot be from this time. Was it taken straight from my memory? I do not much like the idea of this place, this power that is here, inside my head.