006: In Which a Wizard Catches a Cold [Voice, Accidental Public]
[There is a great deal of moaning and groaning as the recording begins, sounding as if someone might be mortally wounded. Which no one, in fact, is. When Howl finally speaks, he sounds congested, hoarse, and miserable. Also hopelessly melodramatic.]
So we're finally moving on from that dreadful place. Too much bad weather and nothing to look at. Good riddance. It's given me a cold, and I'm glad to see the back of it.
[Blows his nose loudly]
Erealia is a much better destination. Not that I think I shall live to see it, alas. Perhaps I'll be buried there. That would be nice enough.
[Quite a bit of coughing]
Should anyone need me, I shall be in bed, where I may die.
[A final bout of nose-blowing before the recording clicks off]
So we're finally moving on from that dreadful place. Too much bad weather and nothing to look at. Good riddance. It's given me a cold, and I'm glad to see the back of it.
[Blows his nose loudly]
Erealia is a much better destination. Not that I think I shall live to see it, alas. Perhaps I'll be buried there. That would be nice enough.
[Quite a bit of coughing]
Should anyone need me, I shall be in bed, where I may die.
[A final bout of nose-blowing before the recording clicks off]