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[serenade_sword]

What an odd turn of events this is. I was sharing afternoon tea with my sister, when some strange robed woman appeared before us, and handed us these...things. And then we are so rudely ambushed by a complete and utter stranger, claiming to be the owner of our house! And so here we are, out on the street, and we didn't even get to finish our tea!

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[the_seeress]

Welcome.

[serenade_sword]

Hmmm, it would appear to have worked. Splendid.

[Filter: Brother]

[sonata_sword]

Clyde, my dear brother, this seems to be quite the tool!

[Filter: Sister]

[serenade_sword]

Indeed. Most definitely magical in nature. How absolutely fascinating...such a lovely little book as well. Quite tasteful.

One only hopes that our receiving these books is not at the cost of our entire plan going awry.

[Filter: Brother]

[sonata_sword]

How instant this is! Think of it! We could speak to one another without needing to be in the same place...

It could catalyst things quite a bit, I am sure.

[Filter: Sister]

[serenade_sword]

How absolutely marvelous. We will be able to keep in constant contact with these books.

Hmmm...perhaps we should take a trip to the lab, I should very much like to know if someone else has not moved into there, as well.

[eternal_land]

Greetings, Sir Clyde.

I'm afraid that arriving strips one of his rank, though.

[serenade_sword]

So not only have I lost my home, my sister and I have also lost our positions within the Zexen Knights? How...off-putting.

To whom do I have the honour of speaking to?

[eternal_land]

Yes, I am afraid so.

Bishop Sasarai of Harmonia.

[sonata_sword]

A new bishop? Interesting!

[tactician_blood]

By your noticeable eloquence and ability to be easily offended [blotted out completely], I presume you are one of the Draevin nobility of Zexen and not another that happens to share the surname. You may find this world will not accommodate "nobility impostors" very well.

[serenade_sword]

What an offensive statement.

I can assure you, sir, my sister and I are members of the most illustrious Draevin family of Zexen.

Since you seem to be aware of my sister and I, courtesy dictates you honour us with your name.

[tactician_blood]

I do not doubt that you and your sister of the Draevin nobility; I simply state that, if you were to claim you were nobility in this world, you will find yourself quickly making enemies. I am sure the Zexen Confederacy has laws against the impersonation of high-ranking members of society.

Forgive my seeming rudeness. I am Albert Silverberg of the Toran Republic, and I am in a similar situation of displacement as well.

[sonata_sword]

Toran... another of the area! I met a nice Mister Futch who hails south of it.

Well, Albert Silverberg, I am Bonnie Draevin. A pleasure, indeed!

[lizard_warrior]

Ironheads here too?

[serenade_sword]

Ugh, what disgusting writing. This can only be a Grassy. (Illegible)

'Ironheads'? Such a vulgar name. How rude of you, sir.

[lizard_warrior]

I think it's rather fitting.

[serenade_sword]

I can assure you, my head is not made of iron, which you seem to think it is, barbarian.

Now, you see, that name is fitting, you savage. As is that name.