"I love to grow chili peppers and cinnamon, but lately I've been growing habanero-types and various spices. The hardest would have to be blood bonnets, which I bred myself. They only grow in the Gourmet Nightmare, where violence is plentiful. They are one of the most delicious peppers that I've ever grown, but I have to sneak through a phantasmal battlefield to check on them. Luckily the bugmen, which are monsters that look somewhat like soldiers, don't want to fight me because of my mimicry, poison, and hallucinogenic abilities. They stay away from my gardens, too, and leave any bodies lying around as a sort of offering. In their eyes, I'm a sort of war god. I'd tell them the truth, but they're not very complex animals and would either not understand or tear me limb from limb."
He nods "I remember chilis and peppers and the such. I loved them when I was a little boy. But Blood Bonnets, never heard of those. Are they the ones that are growing from you at this moment? if so, they compliment you very well." He says, beaming. "Growing a life like that, you must have the patience of a saint. I have tried but I never stick around long enough to see its growth."
"I bred the plant in my body from the same pepper as the Blood Bonnets, but they are different cultivars. These are Barbed Baby peppers, which are toxic to most animals and can be made into various chemicals, which I use for self-defense. Because of my connection to the plant, I can control the hallucinations created by it. In addition to its less savory uses, Barbed Babies are too intense in flavor to be used in most dishes. Even one tiny pepper will overwhelm the senses of most nobles, who are usually the only ones who can afford these breeds of gourmet peppers. It's a shame, 'cause they're absolutely delicious."
A thorny vine reaches out of his coat and drops a pepper into his hand. "They also tend to pop very loudly when not prepared properly, so crowded kitchens have a hard time making use of them. Scaring a man with a knife or a hot pan usually does not end well."
"I love to grow chili peppers and cinnamon, but lately I've been growing habanero-types and various spices. The hardest would have to be blood bonnets, which I bred myself. They only grow in the Gourmet Nightmare, where violence is plentiful. They are one of the most delicious peppers that I've ever grown, but I have to sneak through a phantasmal battlefield to check on them. Luckily the bugmen, which are monsters that look somewhat like soldiers, don't want to fight me because of my mimicry, poison, and hallucinogenic abilities. They stay away from my gardens, too, and leave any bodies lying around as a sort of offering. In their eyes, I'm a sort of war god. I'd tell them the truth, but they're not very complex animals and would either not understand or tear me limb from limb."
He nods "I remember chilis and peppers and the such. I loved them when I was a little boy. But Blood Bonnets, never heard of those. Are they the ones that are growing from you at this moment? if so, they compliment you very well." He says, beaming. "Growing a life like that, you must have the patience of a saint. I have tried but I never stick around long enough to see its growth."
"I bred the plant in my body from the same pepper as the Blood Bonnets, but they are different cultivars. These are Barbed Baby peppers, which are toxic to most animals and can be made into various chemicals, which I use for self-defense. Because of my connection to the plant, I can control the hallucinations created by it. In addition to its less savory uses, Barbed Babies are too intense in flavor to be used in most dishes. Even one tiny pepper will overwhelm the senses of most nobles, who are usually the only ones who can afford these breeds of gourmet peppers. It's a shame, 'cause they're absolutely delicious."
A thorny vine reaches out of his coat and drops a pepper into his hand. "They also tend to pop very loudly when not prepared properly, so crowded kitchens have a hard time making use of them. Scaring a man with a knife or a hot pan usually does not end well."
"How do the hallucinogenics work? Do they attack a certain part of the mind or is it the sensory cortex?" He asks, taking it and gently wrapping it in a cloth and putting it in his pocket.
"It appears I was." he said quietly "Probably from the hanging, just dumped all the bodies in here.."
“Hanging? What occurred here?”
He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "I was hung because I supported the Gods of Light.."
“Which ones? Amaunator? Pholtus? Dol Arrah?”
"Just the act itself was enough for me to be charged with treason." he explained.
“Huh. When was this?”
He thinks for a moment "Hundred years ago. This area where I was buried was a mass grave so I'm not surprised they forgot about it."
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It appears I was." he said quietly "Probably from the hanging, just dumped all the bodies in here.."
“Hanging? What occurred here?”
He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "I was hung because I supported the Gods of Light.."
“Which ones? Amaunator? Pholtus? Dol Arrah?”
"Just the act itself was enough for me to be charged with treason." he explained.
“Huh. When was this?”
He thinks for a moment "Hundred years ago. This area where I was buried was a mass grave so I'm not surprised they forgot about it."
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I bred the plant in my body from the same pepper as the Blood Bonnets, but they are different cultivars. These are Barbed Baby peppers, which are toxic to most animals and can be made into various chemicals, which I use for self-defense. Because of my connection to the plant, I can control the hallucinations created by it. In addition to its less savory uses, Barbed Babies are too intense in flavor to be used in most dishes. Even one tiny pepper will overwhelm the senses of most nobles, who are usually the only ones who can afford these breeds of gourmet peppers. It's a shame, 'cause they're absolutely delicious."
A thorny vine reaches out of his coat and drops a pepper into his hand. "They also tend to pop very loudly when not prepared properly, so crowded kitchens have a hard time making use of them. Scaring a man with a knife or a hot pan usually does not end well."
"How do the hallucinogenics work? Do they attack a certain part of the mind or is it the sensory cortex?" He asks, taking it and gently wrapping it in a cloth and putting it in his pocket.
"Just the sensory cortex. You have to inhale it to have any effect, which is difficult for a whole, fresh pepper. If you wanna try it, you have to twist the stem 'till it gives, then pull it out, along with the seeds. The seeds will still pop out if damaged, which isn't really dangerous, but it is very loud. I use them to mimic distant gunshots, and when you're hallucinating and delirious, most people will duck and cover against the imaginary bullets. The seeds also contain most of the heat, so I usually just eat them whole."
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
*also hello, it's 2:42 am for me and I have school in the morning. I'm filled with immense suffering amd instead of sleeping I'm watching two gay men get married while I battle eldritch cultists with a shotgun -^-*
*Ah, good ol' Borderlands 3. Blood, Love, and Tentacles, right?*
"I bred the plant in my body from the same pepper as the Blood Bonnets, but they are different cultivars. These are Barbed Baby peppers, which are toxic to most animals and can be made into various chemicals, which I use for self-defense. Because of my connection to the plant, I can control the hallucinations created by it. In addition to its less savory uses, Barbed Babies are too intense in flavor to be used in most dishes. Even one tiny pepper will overwhelm the senses of most nobles, who are usually the only ones who can afford these breeds of gourmet peppers. It's a shame, 'cause they're absolutely delicious."
A thorny vine reaches out of his coat and drops a pepper into his hand. "They also tend to pop very loudly when not prepared properly, so crowded kitchens have a hard time making use of them. Scaring a man with a knife or a hot pan usually does not end well."
"How do the hallucinogenics work? Do they attack a certain part of the mind or is it the sensory cortex?" He asks, taking it and gently wrapping it in a cloth and putting it in his pocket.
"Just the sensory cortex. You have to inhale it to have any effect, which is difficult for a whole, fresh pepper. If you wanna try it, you have to twist the stem 'till it gives, then pull it out, along with the seeds. The seeds will still pop out if damaged, which isn't really dangerous, but it is very loud. I use them to mimic distant gunshots, and when you're hallucinating and delirious, most people will duck and cover against the imaginary bullets. The seeds also contain most of the heat, so I usually just eat them whole."
"I am fine for this moment." he chuckled "Where did you come from if I may ask?" he asked, tilting his head.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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He shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "I was hung because I supported the Gods of Light.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Which ones? Amaunator? Pholtus? Dol Arrah?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Just the act itself was enough for me to be charged with treason." he explained.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Huh. When was this?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I bred the plant in my body from the same pepper as the Blood Bonnets, but they are different cultivars. These are Barbed Baby peppers, which are toxic to most animals and can be made into various chemicals, which I use for self-defense. Because of my connection to the plant, I can control the hallucinations created by it. In addition to its less savory uses, Barbed Babies are too intense in flavor to be used in most dishes. Even one tiny pepper will overwhelm the senses of most nobles, who are usually the only ones who can afford these breeds of gourmet peppers. It's a shame, 'cause they're absolutely delicious."
A thorny vine reaches out of his coat and drops a pepper into his hand. "They also tend to pop very loudly when not prepared properly, so crowded kitchens have a hard time making use of them. Scaring a man with a knife or a hot pan usually does not end well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He thinks for a moment "Hundred years ago. This area where I was buried was a mass grave so I'm not surprised they forgot about it."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*lol yeah.*
The figure jumps up, landing on the roof in front of them.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"How do the hallucinogenics work? Do they attack a certain part of the mind or is it the sensory cortex?" He asks, taking it and gently wrapping it in a cloth and putting it in his pocket.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nai takes out her knives. “Don’t [gp]ing mess, you loser!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Just the sensory cortex. You have to inhale it to have any effect, which is difficult for a whole, fresh pepper. If you wanna try it, you have to twist the stem 'till it gives, then pull it out, along with the seeds. The seeds will still pop out if damaged, which isn't really dangerous, but it is very loud. I use them to mimic distant gunshots, and when you're hallucinating and delirious, most people will duck and cover against the imaginary bullets. The seeds also contain most of the heat, so I usually just eat them whole."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“STOP TALKING LIKE THAT! IT’S IRRITATING!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*ah, a fellow man if culture [salute]*
"I am fine for this moment." he chuckled "Where did you come from if I may ask?" he asked, tilting his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘