Milliways is quiet, today; not deserted, but the booths and tables are more empty than full. The fireplace is blazing, the stars are exploding, and a kobold sits at the otherwise-empty bar, chatting with her over a milkshake.
Lurker and *mute in Milliways
"We're a bit paranoid. Wired to look our gift-horses in the mouth, so to speak. But if you insist we'll just have to thank you a few dozen more times."
"And, I have the beginnings of official attention, here. A historical society. Apparently there are faster than light ships now, which, don't ask me to explain the physics yet, but that's pretty damn cool."
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