A SECRET PASTIME.

[a_bloodspeaker]

[Adra is in the woods: specifically, he is in a pond in the woods, half-naked, humming to himself.  The tattoos on his body are glowing a light blue as he bends over a set of lilypads, fiddling with a number of twigs.  A chorus of frogs accompanies him,  hopping out of the water and onto the pads occasionally, and he seems quite soothed by their

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[tradeprince]

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[Out picking herbs to sell, he stops, and nearly dies laughing at the sight.] What the hell is all this??

[a_bloodspeaker]

NO ONE ASKED YOU, JACKASS.

[tradeprince]

You're the one making a village in a pond...for [Chortle.] frogs.

[a_bloodspeaker]

Move along, you shameless slut.

[tradeprince]

I'm not one anymore!

[a_bloodspeaker]

I saw the way you've been talking to all of these people! SLUTTERY.

[tradeprince]

It's not sluttery, it is called business.

[a_bloodspeaker]

You should reserve such terms of endearment for your WIFE. Or have you forgotten that you are, in fact, married?

[tradeprince]

I shower my wife with love and terms that are even BETTER. What's gone up your butt, bro?

[a_bloodspeaker]

Your disingenuousness!

[tradeprince]

Oh my god, really?? REALLY?? You're so dumb. So very dumb. GO back to your frog village.

[a_bloodspeaker]

Are you or are you not being disingenuous with those people?

[tradeprince]

I am being honest- for the most part.

[a_bloodspeaker]

For the MOST part?

[tradeprince]

If I sold everything at its' TRUE value I would make no profit.

[a_bloodspeaker]

So you admit you're swindling people.