'Oh, maybe he does. I'm no expert on recognising emotions. Don't tend to learn when you were raised by rats.'

Siberius walks toward Olso. "I'm Siberius. It's a pleasure." they hold out their hand.

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'Ya sure? Anyway, isn't it light who are incapable of good? Shine their light so bright, blind us. A little light, just enough to see, that's what is good. Too much, and no more seeing. Too much light, and everything goes dark. Light and dark, in extremes, are one and the same'

 "Light is good. Dark is bad. Shadows hide. Light shows."

A horse drawn cart wheels by. It stops for the moment and two men get out. They unload the cart's topiaries on the side of the street. They then get back in the cart and ride away.

'Light shows too much. I don't want to see the truth of what we hide behind the facades. The light would burn us away, break us. And in the dark, we can't see, get lost. But in the shadows, we can hide, just enough light to live, not so much it breaks us'

Flint inspects the topiary 19 + 2

Flint offers his hand to Siberius. It's pale, spindly, and very dirty

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'Light shows too much. I don't want to see the truth of what we hide behind the facades. The light would burn us away, break us. And in the dark, we can't see, get lost. But in the shadows, we can hide, just enough light to live, not so much it breaks us'

 "See different thoughts. Which why grey. Dark light no matter. Just grey."

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A horse drawn cart wheels by. It stops for the moment and two men get out. They unload the cart's topiaries on the side of the street. They then get back in the cart and ride away.

 Snow scampers down to check the cargo

'Ya some sort of philosopher? Or a lighting technician? I'm having trouble figuring out which.'

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'Ya some sort of philosopher? Or a lighting technician? I'm having trouble figuring out which.'

 "I am Snow. Am thief. Lies tell self so can sleep."

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Flint inspects the topiary 4 + 3

 There are many topiaries of strange designs. One seems to be of a cat playing with a ball of yarn, another seems to be of an elephant being frightened by a mouse. There is a singing woman, a pirate, a fat man eating soup, and another leafy man holding a leafy sketchbook and a leafy pencil. The sketching topiary man seems to be missing a large chuck of elbow flesh, and he appears to be breathing.

Siberius shakes Flint's hand. "You must be Flint, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

'Agreed. We're all deluded, and that's how we're sane. Light breaks them, dark makes you sit with them. And there's nothing wrong with theft, if it's from the right people. I'm just not brave enough'

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'Agreed. We're all deluded, and that's how we're sane. Light breaks them, dark makes you sit with them. And there's nothing wrong with theft, if it's from the right people. I'm just not brave enough'

 Snow laughs, "If only was just from the right people..."

'Um, hey topiary man, you ok?'

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Siberius shakes Flint's hand. "You must be Flint, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

 'Um, thanks?' Siberius's hand is now covered in filth. 'Hey, what're you in this town for? Haven't seen ya around much'

"I'm from the northern village of Flamheim. I don't know where that is in comparison to here though," Siberius pulls out a dirt rag from their pouch and wipes their hands off.

'I got no idea either. I just live in the sewers.'

They look up toward Snow. "Do you know where a map could be?"