A dalmatian walks in.
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Gael looks at you.
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Gael smiles at you.

You stop wielding a quill with a white feather.

You say 'Oh, pardon me.'

You say 'I was just writing some correspondence to someone.'

You drink water from a barrel.

Gael nods.

This elven man's charm is palpable. Devilishly handsome, he radiates
charisma, mystery, and... Something else. Ah yes, the unmistakeable scent
of opportunism and fine wine. Standing roughly the height of an average
human, but much thinner as to seem almost sickly by comparison, and with the
pallid hue to match... He is despite this, absolutely stunning. His golden
braids are tied behind his head with a simply engraved leather band. Eyes
the color of seafoam gaze about in crisp clarity and perhaps amusement. He
wears a mischievous grin at the best of times, and an insidious smirk at the
worst. But it all paints a portrait that is somehow magical amongst more
mundane folk. There is an air of grandeur about this man, as if adventure
lurks at every corner that he saunters past.
He has unlocked many secrets of the world.
Gael is in excellent condition.

Gael is using:
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Gael says 'Yes, of course.'
A parrot squawks 'Yes, of course.'

You say 'Do you train here?'

Cyprian WHAPS a wooden parrot upside the head.

Gael says 'I was thinking about doing so.'
A parrot squawks 'I was thinking about doing so.'

You say 'By all means, I was just finding a secluded spot.'

You agree absolutely.

Gael says 'I won't cause much of an annoyance.'
A parrot squawks 'I won't cause much of an annoyance.'

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

You say 'It's difficult to annoy me, believe it or not.'

Gael smirks.

You say 'Unless you're a descendant of the Curds.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'Then bets are quite off.'

Gael says 'What's a Curd?'
A parrot squawks 'What's a Curd?'

Gael peers at you intently.

You say 'Apparently a branch of Mystics from a time that stands nearly outside recorded history.'

Gael mulls over the idea at hand. Please be patient.

You say 'So says "Exylis," anyway.'

You say 'Who supposedly "wrote the Treaty of Curds"'

You say 'And is a "descendent of Curd the Third.'

You scoff at the idea, how absurd!

Gael says 'Interesting. I should brush up on my history sometime.'
A parrot squawks 'Interesting. I should brush up on my history sometime.'

You say '...I'd take anything THAT spirit says with a grain of salt.'

You say 'If at all.'

You scoff at the idea, how absurd!

Gael nods.

A dalmatian pounces around menacingly.

You nod in enthusiastic agreement with a dalmatian.

Gael says 'I'll keep that in mind.'
A parrot squawks 'I'll keep that in mind.'

You smile happily.

You say 'I certainly do.'

Gael smiles happily.

You say '..blasted summons....'

You grumble distractedly.

Gael peers around himself intently.

Gael says 'I don't see any sign of summoning.'
A parrot squawks 'I don't see any sign of summoning.'

You say 'Oh no. No.'

You shake your head.

Gael says 'Save for maybe that pyre over there.'
A parrot squawks 'Save for maybe that pyre over there.'

Gael points eastward.

You say 'It was a reference of something that took place to induce the manifestation of Exylis.'

Cyprian looks east briefly.

You say 'I'm cursing the past, as it were.'

You chuckle politely.

Gael lets out a hearty laugh.

Gael doesn't look as strong.
A dalmatian doesn't look as strong.

You say 'I wonder though, what's your highest aspiration?'

Gael says 'Fat bit of good that'll do.'
A parrot squawks 'Fat bit of good that'll do.'

You sigh.

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

Gael prepares to sing 'Legend of Hrash'.
Gael sings 'Born of flesh and endowed with might,'
Gael sings 'Split the mountain of rushing tides.'
Gael sings 'Unrivaled power do men recite,'
Gael sings 'Honor bound not wrong or right.'
Gael sings 'Now we must venture beyond the light,'
Gael sings 'Let his strength aid our fight.'
A dalmatian's muscles surge with heightened power!
Gael's muscles surge with heightened power!

Gael prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Gael sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Gael sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Gael sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Gael sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Gael sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Gael sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Shield of Words'.
Gael sings 'Words of healing, words of pain,'
Gael sings 'Some words cure and some words maim.'
Gael sings 'As we venture land and sea,'
Gael sings 'Verses of ancients shall protect thee.'
A dalmatian is surrounded by a shield of words.
Gael is surrounded by a shield of words.

You say '..That's right. I don't claim to follow the smartest mindsets ALL the time.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Mystery of the Unicorn'.
Gael sings 'Travel the distant lands far and wide,'
Gael sings 'We search for mystery in great stride.'
Gael sings 'A fair steed with wild and fiery mane,'
Gael sings 'Whose enigma has sparked its fame.'
Gael sings 'For those who find this fabled beast,'
Gael sings 'Its mysteries will be released.'
Gael sings 'The secret is abound within its horn,'
Gael sings 'Alas we have found the great unicorn.'
A unicorn gallops by, filling the air with mystical energy.

Gael sits down and rests.

Gael says 'Me? Hrm...I haven't quite decided.'
A parrot squawks 'Me? Hrm...I haven't quite decided.'

Scribbles the cobra flicks its tongue at Gael.

Gael says 'I've been hoping for a bit of adventure to sate my appetite, but alas...'
A parrot squawks 'I've been hoping for a bit of adventure to sate my appetite, but alas...'

You agree absolutely.

You say 'Say no more on that latter remark.'

You say 'Let your aspiration come to you in its own time, then.'

Gael smiles happily.

You say 'Purpose shouldn't be rushed. You should court it as a woman, if you have it not.'

Gael says 'I certainly hope it finds me.'
A parrot squawks 'I certainly hope it finds me.'

Gael says 'Until then I am destined to aimlessly wander.'
A parrot squawks 'Until then I am destined to aimlessly wander.'

Gael chuckles politely.

You say 'It should, if you continue to keep busy. And I don't mean mindlessly cleansing Serin of..say...Bella and her bitten butlers.'

Gael agrees absolutely.

You say 'I say, search within yourself. That's my opinion.'

Gael peers at himself, crossing his eyes in the process.

You mutter quietly to yourself.

You say '..not literally.'

Yuck, try to cover your mouth next time!

Gael says 'Doesn't mean it's not plausible.'
A parrot squawks 'Doesn't mean it's not plausible.'

Gael shrugs helplessly.

Gael stands up.

You smirk.

You say 'Philosophy starts here, then?'

Gael winks suggestively at you.

You say '...but then no eyelids would rest.'

Gael says 'You aren't the only one among us.'
A parrot squawks 'You aren't the only one among us.'

You say '..I'm no fan of debate, admittedly though.'

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

Gael says 'No? A casual observer then?'
A parrot squawks 'No? A casual observer then?'

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

Gael prepares to sing 'Mystery of the Unicorn'.
Gael sings 'Travel the distant lands far and wide,'
Gael sings 'We search for mystery in great stride.'
Gael sings 'A fair steed with wild and fiery mane,'
Gael sings 'Whose enigma has sparked its fame.'
Gael sings 'For those who find this fabled beast,'
Gael sings 'Its mysteries will be released.'
Gael sings 'The secret is abound within its horn,'
Gael sings 'Alas we have found the great unicorn.'
A unicorn gallops by, filling the air with mystical energy.

You ponder the question.
Gael peers at the sky, squinting.

You say 'To an extent. Most learn the bulk of what they should absent a lecture.'

You say 'But preaching has its place.'

You agree absolutely.

You say 'And its time.'

Gael says 'What God do you worship then, if I may?'
A parrot squawks 'What God do you worship then, if I may?'

Gael raises an eyebrow.

Gael looks at you.

You say 'Watch your eyes, there. You don't know which birds lack for a place to ease themselves.'

A dalmatian pounces around menacingly.

You say 'I worship Lady Vanisse. Though she dislikes the prefix.'

You say 'Yet I will utter it. Until my peril is quite solid for it.'

Gael grins evilly.

You say 'Obstinance, maybe.'

Gael says 'You think that's the way it might end?'
A parrot squawks 'You think that's the way it might end?'

Gael doesn't look as strong.
A dalmatian doesn't look as strong.

You say 'For referring to her as "Lady?"'

Gael nods.

Gael lets out a hearty laugh.

Gael prepares to sing 'Leviathans Passing'.
Gael sings 'Ancient creature that lies beneath,'
Gael sings 'Who nurtures the life we receive.'
Gael sings 'Here we stand dried of mouth,'
Gael sings 'Without a river north or south.'
Gael sings 'Bring the gift of infinite worth,'
Gael sings 'The sweet essence of all birth.'
Gael summons the Leviathan, leaving springs flowing from the ground in its path.

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

Gael prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Gael sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Gael sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Gael sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Gael sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Gael sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Gael sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Legend of Hrash'.
Gael sings 'Born of flesh and endowed with might,'
Gael sings 'Split the mountain of rushing tides.'
Gael sings 'Unrivaled power do men recite,'
Gael sings 'Honor bound not wrong or right.'
Gael sings 'Now we must venture beyond the light,'
Gael sings 'Let his strength aid our fight.'
A dalmatian's muscles surge with heightened power!
Gael's muscles surge with heightened power!

You say 'I'm gambling that each time I say it, she just happens to be fine with it at the point of utterance. That's a very, very slim margin.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Mystery of the Unicorn'.
Gael sings 'Travel the distant lands far and wide,'
Gael sings 'We search for mystery in great stride.'
Gael sings 'A fair steed with wild and fiery mane,'
Gael sings 'Whose enigma has sparked its fame.'
Gael sings 'For those who find this fabled beast,'
Gael sings 'Its mysteries will be released.'
Gael sings 'The secret is abound within its horn,'
Gael sings 'Alas we have found the great unicorn.'
A unicorn gallops by, filling the air with mystical energy.

You say 'She has said she doesn't prefer it. Just "Vanisse," would do.'

Gael says 'Testing your luck, as it were.'
A parrot squawks 'Testing your luck, as it were.'

Gael mulls over the idea at hand. Please be patient.

You say 'Yes. I've yet to find out whether it's intelligent.'

Gael says 'Valiant and ironic.'
A parrot squawks 'Valiant and ironic.'

You say 'Luck and irony are almost siblings.'

Gael smirks.

Gael says 'Squabbling siblings, I imagine.'
A parrot squawks 'Squabbling siblings, I imagine.'

You ponder the question.

You say 'I'm not sure whether they play against each other or with each other.'

Gael says 'Always arguing about who's right.'
A parrot squawks 'Always arguing about who's right.'

Gael shrugs helplessly.

A dalmatian wags its tail and glares at you.

You say 'Well, I don't have the power to refute the possibility. I don't have a solid answer for that one.'

You shake your head.

You boggle at the concept.

You say 'At face value, it fits nicely.'

Gael agrees absolutely.

A dalmatian pounces around menacingly.

Gael says 'Which is it? Irony or Luck? Always at odds, those two.'
A parrot squawks 'Which is it? Irony or Luck? Always at odds, those two.'

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

You say 'Luck will always precede irony.'

Gael says 'That's how I see it anyway.'
A parrot squawks 'That's how I see it anyway.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

You say 'Whether at odds or not...I'm unsure.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Mystery of the Unicorn'.
Gael sings 'Travel the distant lands far and wide,'
Gael sings 'We search for mystery in great stride.'
Gael sings 'A fair steed with wild and fiery mane,'
Gael sings 'Whose enigma has sparked its fame.'
Gael sings 'For those who find this fabled beast,'
Gael sings 'Its mysteries will be released.'
Gael sings 'The secret is abound within its horn,'
Gael sings 'Alas we have found the great unicorn.'
A unicorn gallops by, filling the air with mystical energy.

You say 'Quite a voice, there, by the way.'

Gael thanks you heartily.

You say 'Come to think of it...I've never heard a raspy elf.'
Scribbles the cobra slithers around on the ground.

Gael says 'Practicing my delivery.'
A parrot squawks 'Practicing my delivery.'

You ponder the question.

The night is about to end.

You open a leather backpack.

Gael says 'For when I've got a suitable audience.'
A parrot squawks 'For when I've got a suitable audience.'

You get a leather bounded book, titled 'A Treatise on Myth' from a leather backpack.

Gael shrugs helplessly.

You say 'You always have an audience. You just may not see them.'

Gael peers around himself intently.

Gael shudders at the horror and represses tears.

You let out a hearty laugh.

You say 'I'm not saying you're haunted.'

Gael says 'That's a terrifying thought.'
A parrot squawks 'That's a terrifying thought.'

Gael says 'I'm not always at my best when nobody's looking.'
A parrot squawks 'I'm not always at my best when nobody's looking.'

Gael says 'Or at the end of long night performing.'
A parrot squawks 'Or at the end of long night performing.'

Gael says 'Too many drinks and such.'
A parrot squawks 'Too many drinks and such.'

Gael peers around himself intently.

You smirk.

You say 'I meant to suggest that you might consider singing as though many were about, even none really are. As far as YOU know.'

You say 'Even if, that is.'

You say 'But yes, it's a very slow ebb that courses Serin right now, isn't it?'

Gael says 'Oh! Well...perhaps my words will travel on the wind. Reach ears that are unseen.'
A parrot squawks 'Oh! Well...perhaps my words will travel on the wind. Reach ears that are unseen.'

Gael doesn't look as strong.
A dalmatian doesn't look as strong.

You agree absolutely.

You say 'The wind carries thoughts and spoken words, alike.'

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

Gael says 'Cyclic you said.'
A parrot squawks 'Cyclic you said.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

Gael prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Gael sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Gael sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Gael sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Gael sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Gael sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Gael sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Legend of Hrash'.
Gael sings 'Born of flesh and endowed with might,'
Gael sings 'Split the mountain of rushing tides.'
Gael sings 'Unrivaled power do men recite,'
Gael sings 'Honor bound not wrong or right.'
Gael sings 'Now we must venture beyond the light,'
Gael sings 'Let his strength aid our fight.'
A dalmatian's muscles surge with heightened power!
Gael's muscles surge with heightened power!

Gael prepares to sing 'Shield of Words'.
Gael sings 'Words of healing, words of pain,'
Gael sings 'Some words cure and some words maim.'
Gael sings 'As we venture land and sea,'
Gael sings 'Verses of ancients shall protect thee.'
A dalmatian is surrounded by a shield of words.
Gael is surrounded by a shield of words.

You say 'I say many things. What was my context in that remark?'

You mull over the idea at hand, asking for patience.

A dalmatian barks loudly.

You say to a dalmatian 'Unsure if it was that.'

Gael says 'The ebb and flow that you just mentioned.'
A parrot squawks 'The ebb and flow that you just mentioned.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Mystery of the Unicorn'.
Gael sings 'Travel the distant lands far and wide,'
Gael sings 'We search for mystery in great stride.'
Gael sings 'A fair steed with wild and fiery mane,'
Gael sings 'Whose enigma has sparked its fame.'
Gael sings 'For those who find this fabled beast,'
Gael sings 'Its mysteries will be released.'
Gael sings 'The secret is abound within its horn,'
Gael sings 'Alas we have found the great unicorn.'
A unicorn gallops by, filling the air with mystical energy.

Gael says 'You said it was cyclic. When last I spoke of seeking adventure.'
A parrot squawks 'You said it was cyclic. When last I spoke of seeking adventure.'

Gael says 'I forget very little.'
A parrot squawks 'I forget very little.'

A dalmatian barks loudly.

You say 'Weren't we just talking about irony? Here's an irony for you, I esteem my words so lightly I forget them to be left for others to interperet on their own later.'

A dalmatian pounces around menacingly.

You say 'But yes.'

You agree absolutely.

Gael mulls over the idea at hand. Please be patient.

You say 'Maybe I'm mellowing with age..'

You ponder the question.

Gael says 'You must esteem them a little. If you choose to put them to paper.'
A parrot squawks 'You must esteem them a little. If you choose to put them to paper.'

You smirk.

Gael winks suggestively at you.

You say to Gael 'There's no fooling you about that, then, is there?'

Gael says 'Very little chance.'
A parrot squawks 'Very little chance.'

Gael smiles at you.

You say 'And if I said I esteem inspiration, rather than the words she draws from me?'

Gael says 'I would believe it.'
A parrot squawks 'I would believe it.'

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

Gael says 'For what are uninspired words?'
A parrot squawks 'For what are uninspired words?'

You say 'Drivel.'

Gael says 'But wasted ones?'
A parrot squawks 'But wasted ones?'

Gael nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

You say 'Exactly.'

You say 'You said it better, really.'

A dalmatian pounces around menacingly.

Gael says 'Well that's a first.'
A parrot squawks 'Well that's a first.'

You say 'That's why I observe to a certain extent.'

You smirk.

Gael prepares to sing 'Mystery of the Unicorn'.
Gael sings 'Travel the distant lands far and wide,'
Gael sings 'We search for mystery in great stride.'
Gael sings 'A fair steed with wild and fiery mane,'
Gael sings 'Whose enigma has sparked its fame.'
Gael sings 'For those who find this fabled beast,'
Gael sings 'Its mysteries will be released.'
Gael sings 'The secret is abound within its horn,'
Gael sings 'Alas we have found the great unicorn.'
A unicorn gallops by, filling the air with mystical energy.

You say 'Nonsense. Inspiration can lighten upon anyone.'

You say 'It's not a matter of when, and how long.'

You say 'That's not to say, however, that we should all sit on our hands and wait for whim to push us to accomplish something.'

You say 'It's a thin, thin line.'

You say 'Wait, wait...'

You bury your face in your palm with a sigh.

Scribbles the cobra chuckles politely.

Gael peers at you intently.

You say '..I MEANT to say...'

You say 'It's -just- a matter of when, and how long.'

Gael says 'Ahh...I was going to say I knew a tavern wench once that said something of the same sort...but it seemed a retort.'
A parrot squawks 'Ahh...I was going to say I knew a tavern wench once that said something of the same sort...but it seemed a retort.'

Gael throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

You say 'Whom?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

Gael says 'A gentleman never names names.'
A parrot squawks 'A gentleman never names names.'

You say 'Thoughtful of you.'

Gael says 'Fortunately, I'm not one of those.'
A parrot squawks 'Fortunately, I'm not one of those.'

Gael says 'It was Vikka.'
A parrot squawks 'It was Vikka.'

Gael doesn't look as strong.
A dalmatian doesn't look as strong.

You say 'That was my first guess.'

Gael says 'Feisty as always.'
A parrot squawks 'Feisty as always.'

You say 'AND YOU have had ENOUGH fresh air!!!'

You glare icily at a colourful, mostly red parrot.

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

You remove a colourful, mostly red parrot from your arms.

Gael prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Gael sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Gael sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Gael sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Gael sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Gael sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Gael sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'
It's already open.

Gael prepares to sing 'Legend of Hrash'.
Gael sings 'Born of flesh and endowed with might,'
Gael sings 'Split the mountain of rushing tides.'
Gael sings 'Unrivaled power do men recite,'
Gael sings 'Honor bound not wrong or right.'
Gael sings 'Now we must venture beyond the light,'
Gael sings 'Let his strength aid our fight.'
A dalmatian's muscles surge with heightened power!
Gael's muscles surge with heightened power!
You put a colourful, mostly red parrot in a leather backpack.

Cyprian fights with a colourful, mostly red parrot.

Gael drinks water from a barrel.

Gael drinks water from a barrel.

You close a leather backpack.

Gael lets out a hearty laugh.

Gael says 'They don't like being stuffed into sacks much?'

You say 'This one, certainly not.'

You snort derisively.

You say 'It'd sooner mock everyone I talk to.'

Gael says 'I'll keep that in mind when I find myself a phoenix.'

You say '...I er...'

You say '..imagine your carrying medium would burst aflame.....with a phoenix.'

Gael says 'They say that the bardmasters can sing them to their side.'

Gael says 'But only the greatest can stuff them into a sack.'

You say 'I don't doubt it. Bards have a ridiculous knack for turning tides in their favor.'

You shake your head.

Gael says 'Maybe they don't say that.'

Gael shrugs helplessly.

You say 'I do.'

Gael says 'Good...one day I'll be a legend then.'

Gael flexes his muscles...what a stud!?!

You say 'It's smart not to anger a bard, incessantly.'

You say 'And perhaps you will.'

You say 'Speaking of...do you read much?'

Gael says 'When I've time, of course.'

You say 'Well, when you believe you'll have time. I have something that touches on the concept of legends.'

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

You say 'If you're interested.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'
A dalmatian looks more ready to sing.
Gael looks more ready to sing.

Gael says 'Sounds like an interesting read.'

You point at a leather bounded book, titled 'A Treatise on Myth'.

Gael says 'Ahhh.'

Gael says 'Scribed by your hand?'

You say 'I could go my whole life with not a thing to my name...but so long as I've inked this, I care not.'

You nod.

You say 'It's a tad lengthy, I warn.'

Gael says 'I presumed as much.'

You mutter quietly to yourself.

Gael says 'Quite the subject matter.'

You say 'I did my best to pretty it up with calligraphic borders.'

Gael says 'And a treatise, at that.'

You open a leather backpack.

You put a leather bounded book, titled 'A Treatise on Myth' in a leather backpack.

You say 'Unless the copies I carry are snatched, I should have them to give.'

You agree absolutely.

You close a leather backpack.

Gael says 'I look forward to it, then.'

You say 'As the whim takes you.'

You nod at Gael.

Gael says 'Have you finished?'

You say 'The treatise?'

Gael nods.

You say 'Oh yes. I wrote them in my younger years, and the beliefs therein I will not recant.'

Gael nods.

Gael doesn't look as strong.
A dalmatian doesn't look as strong.

Gael says 'Have many read it?'

You say 'It's intended for initiates...but I don't see how it couldn't help those not intent on worshipping Princess Hmph.'

Gael prepares to sing 'Concord Hymn'.
Gael sings 'Should you allow your mind to walk,'
Gael sings 'But let your tired body continue to work,'
Gael sings 'The lord of blood will blow his cork,'
Gael sings 'And you will soon be lying in chalk.'
Gael sings 'But should you be wise and listening,'
Gael sings 'You'll realize its easier than you thought to sing!'

Gael prepares to sing 'Shield of Words'.
Gael sings 'Words of healing, words of pain,'
Gael sings 'Some words cure and some words maim.'
Gael sings 'As we venture land and sea,'
Gael sings 'Verses of ancients shall protect thee.'
A dalmatian is surrounded by a shield of words.
Gael is surrounded by a shield of words.

Gael prepares to sing 'Good Tidings'.
Gael sings 'A rabbit's foot, a shooting star,'
Gael sings 'Good omens for a brand new start.'
Gael sings 'A golden horseshoe, a four-leaf clover,'
Gael sings 'Sounds of good tidings coming much closer.'
Gael sings 'The future looking ever so bright,'
Gael sings 'Lady luck, stay by my side tonight.'

A dalmatian barks loudly.

Gael prepares to sing 'Legend of Hrash'.
Gael sings 'Born of flesh and endowed with might,'
Gael sings 'Split the mountain of rushing tides.'
Gael sings 'Unrivaled power do men recite,'
Gael sings 'Honor bound not wrong or right.'
Gael sings 'Now we must venture beyond the light,'
Gael sings 'Let his strength aid our fight.'
A dalmatian's muscles surge with heightened power!
Gael's muscles surge with heightened power!

Gael's concord hymn ends.
A dalmatian's concord hymn ends.

A bolt from the heavens smites you!
You yell 'AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!'

You say 'I don't know who has read it, but I know three have been given a copy.'

An Immortal says 'Hmph.'

Gael gasps in astonishment.

Cyprian's words taper into a rasp as he meets the ground.

Scribbles the cobra doodles on the sole of Cyprian's boot.

You go to sleep.