[There's an old man dressed in rags wandering the trees of the Southern District. He looks tired, sick, and confused, and stumbles on a branch, nearly falling. Finally he leans heavily against a thick tree before sliding down its trunk, sitting to rest comfortably at its roots. The tree is a kindly one and situates itself so that the old man may
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Apparently there's a nightmare monster in the sky and robots can do magic. That is about all I know.
[He sounds frustrated and annoyed .]
Why?
What do you need?
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I don't know. Perhaps it's better I not know, as I'm hardly in any state to retrieve it.
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[Eyes roll under metal.]
I can see that.
Any idea, though?
Where are you, anyway?
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No, it doesn't matter with that attitude.
But for the sake of knowing, you are in Nautilus, from what I can tell.
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