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[sonofthestorm]

[The comm clicks on. Seth sounds far more tired than he should be.]

Starting to wonder if they're poisoning us. First they bring us here, take our weapons, our strengths, and now--

[YAAAAAAAAWN.]

I'm worn out.

[Stubbornly, however, Seth refuses to sleep any more than usual. His expression is haggard, dark lines appearing under his eyes and his general

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[mmmleather]

Perhaps I can be of some assistance.

[sonofthestorm]

Oh yeah? The hell you gonna do?

[mmmleather]

I could tell you, or I could show you. I would much rather prefer a demonstration, as, considering our previous conversations... you are much more likely to refuse, should I tell you like this.

But, I assure you, it is a method known to rejuvenate the body, in my homeland.

[sonofthestorm]

[He's tired enough not to snap right away.]

Alright elf, hit me with it. Tell me what you've got in mind.

[Seth figures he can always cut the call if it gets too... weird.]

[mmmleather]

A simple massage.

[He pauses for a moment, before continuing.]

Bear in mind, that this may be a technique not known to your world. And I have had much practice.

[sonofthestorm]

[Bzzzt. Wrong answer.]

I'll pass. You knew I was gonna say no to that, so why offer?

[mmmleather]

Merely making a friendly offer.

An... olive branch, as the saying goes, yes?

[sonofthestorm]

...What.

[No really. He's confused.]

What's an olive branch got to do with anything.

[Aside from Seth wanting to beat Zevran with it.]

[mmmleather]

[Siiiiigh.]

It was a peace offering. I was merely offering simple assistance. Nothing more.

I am capable of such, after all.

[sonofthestorm]

[...]

Mate, I've seen the way you look at me and everyone else around. Somehow I get the impression it's more a reward to yourself than anyone else.

[mmmleather]

And if we both stand to gain a reward from such an innocent interaction, I fail to see the problem.

[sonofthestorm]

Let's just say I don't like being touched.

[mmmleather]

Oh? But why not?

[He asks this like Seth just said he didn't like breathing.]

[sonofthestorm]

[Seth smirks. Oh elf man. How you make him laugh.]

Everyone's got something they don't like and that's what I don't like. Why? You saying you like everything?

[mmmleather]

Mm. No. Not everything. I dislike the scent of dwarven boots, for example.

I simply find it difficult to understand how one can dislike something so... enjoyable as touch.

[sonofthestorm]

[Seth makes a mental note to leave his stinky boots somewhere near Zevran's head someday. Probably while he's asleep.]

I've had a job to do, still have a job to do. Yeah I'll take a tumble if and when I want to, but it's not a necessity.