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[There is a thudding sound, as if the journal has fallen and hit the floor. It's picking up sounds just fine, sounding as if someone is struggling with something. Varian is paying the book no heed, focusing more on picking up his sword than anything else.]
-blasted thing! My hands aren't even slippery! You shouldn't be doing this! Be like that-
-nearly got it. Just a little further...-
[Everything goes silent for a moment before a thud announces the plan was unsuccessful, Varian letting loose a strong of curses.]
Son of a double-assed talbuk! This is a sick joke. Not even letting me wield my own sword with vile sorcery, when I find you I'll be ripping your throat out with my bare hands. Teach you to take me somewhere else. Last time I looked that wasn't so successful, tsk! Okay, easy does it....! Argh! Elekk balls to this!!
[Another moment of silence as if Varian is trying to work out the mysteries of his loss. That or a stroke. You can almost hear his teeth grinding.]
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I don't recall even bringing a book with me, but by this point I'm not leaving it to chance. There are no coincidences. And now I'm talking to myself. At least I have an excuse, not to mention an intelligent conversation back.
[With that, Varian picks the journal up to pocket it, not really giving the book a second thought.]
-blasted thing! My hands aren't even slippery! You shouldn't be doing this! Be like that-
-nearly got it. Just a little further...-
[Everything goes silent for a moment before a thud announces the plan was unsuccessful, Varian letting loose a strong of curses.]
Son of a double-assed talbuk! This is a sick joke. Not even letting me wield my own sword with vile sorcery, when I find you I'll be ripping your throat out with my bare hands. Teach you to take me somewhere else. Last time I looked that wasn't so successful, tsk! Okay, easy does it....! Argh! Elekk balls to this!!
[Another moment of silence as if Varian is trying to work out the mysteries of his loss. That or a stroke. You can almost hear his teeth grinding.]
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I don't recall even bringing a book with me, but by this point I'm not leaving it to chance. There are no coincidences. And now I'm talking to myself. At least I have an excuse, not to mention an intelligent conversation back.
[With that, Varian picks the journal up to pocket it, not really giving the book a second thought.]