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« on: July 21, 2013, 11:11:29 pm »
Niklas sighed as much as it is possible for a chair to do.
Torkeluweragnaharalniklastur, I'll answer your questions in one conversation. For now, I need to talk with Kruubalnitsomapürongadēe.
Kruub, as you can probably tell, I've been turned into a chair and I need to get back to my regular body, preferably with some cooking implements. So I need you to get me hallucinating and then make them real for me when I say. I'll consider us even if you do this, in repayment for me convincing my chef instructor Dârbobītastanacoodlintavor not to make you into hermit crab cakes.
Niklas chuckles, the motion expressing itself in a series of judders and squeaks.
Honestly, this is probably what I deserve for getting mixed up with mages without being one. Can you believe the people in the town I got chopped up in thought I was a raider? Bah. I'm not nearly experienced enough to be a professional yet.
Drifting back to the matter at hand, he addresses the Norsemen and women once again.
How are you here, anyway? I can't see, hear, feel, smell, speak or move.