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[withwords]

[There is a man sitting behind a table that has blank open notebook and some pens laid out on top. Next to them, there is a sign that reads:

Want someone cursed? Dead? Horribly maimed or injured?
Let us know!
Results are 100% guaranteed. For the right price.

He looks distinctly uncomfortable about this. And also seems to be stuck.]

[OOC: GROCERY

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[watchmycannon]

[...tiny ♥]

[healingcock]

[glances at]

... hello?

[watchmycannon]

[Must remind himself that you are not as young as you look]

Hello, R-- Lord Raphael.

[healingcock]

I don't recognize you. Are you another of his friends?

[watchmycannon]

I am, yes. We only met about a year ago. You're familiar with this, then?

[healingcock]

I've been here twice before.

[watchmycannon]

Well, at very least then you ought not be too confused by the situation.

[healingcock]

Not really, but there's still a lot I don't understand. Things have changed every time I've come here.

[watchmycannon]

Mm, that's to be expected. Though the corn is very new - just under a year itself.

I will help you, if I am able.

[healingcock]

Who are you?

[watchmycannon]

Of course -- my apologies.

[bows]

I am David Nassau, marquis of Athlum. As I said -- we are friends, your older self and I.

[healingcock]

A marquis, huh... how do I know that's true? About us being friends.

[watchmycannon]

I suppose you do not have much reason to believe me; but then, I've no reason at all to deceive you.

You can question me, if that would help.

[healingcock]

I don't think there's anything you can do or say to convince me... there's no way to prepare for this kind of thing.

[watchmycannon]

No, I suppose not. Then, I will have to accept that. Still -- even if you do not believe me when I say we are friends, I do hope you will allow me to help you, as needed.

[healingcock]

[bristles]

The last person I met here who said they wanted to "help" me tried to kill me and destroy my wings.