Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"I wouldn't have guessed it was what was wrong with me but meeting all of you is making me consider attributing more to them than I previously was."
"The wars. Wars are bad for people. It's more obvious with humans, because the Elves don't stop being at war but our humans do. Soldiers come back and they hit their wives, they beat their children. There's some stuff you can do to help them manage it but it took us a while to hit on it."
"Well, if we had stopped being at war before Cor killed Melkor then we would all have been tortured forever."
"Seems like jumping to conclusions a little," he mutters too quietly for anyone but Rirosseth and Mirelótë to hear him.
"Sorry, there's kind of a lot of it and it's all complicated and in half a dozen languages. - was that allowed, since she's not one of the pharaoh's wives -"
“Do people in your world like watching the theatre with their friends and then speculating about everything later?”
"It's not my decision, it's a custom. The best I can do is advertise it in advance so we get applicants who don't mind it, or think it's an advantage. Some people don't really like talking to most people anyway." He says this like it is a very mysterious preference.
"Yeah. They present themselves for an interview and if they might do they get extensively harassed by security for a while and then I can meet them. - in ancient Osirion that was not how it worked, but it is now."