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[pittance]

[ a snort — ]

Reckon she's heard that plenty. But that's why you're making that guide, right?

[murderbaby]

[A surprised laugh.] Yes. Yes, it is. I'd thought she'd been there more, and that would make her... more aware? My last valiance with optimism.

[pittance]

Draw the best maps in the world, lot of folks'll still only look at their house.

[murderbaby]

I'll try to keep it in mind, and a fair distance from her. I wish us both better luck with that.

...All the same, thank you for caring to invite me.

[pittance]

Hey, any time. I'll pick out all the best traps for us.

[murderbaby]

I meant that it was a kind thought.

In the future, try to find traps more elaborate and technical. The social type are fatal.

[pittance]

I dunno, you never met my third cousin. There's an antisocial fatality.

[murderbaby]

Dare I ask?

[pittance]

Sells clockwork. Builds these statues out of it — they're all over the house —

[murderbaby]

And when the hour strikes, a cacophony?

[pittance]

One of these days, the cuckoo's gonna take an eye out.

[murderbaby]

[With humor in his voice.] My sincerest condolences. The surface must seem a placid dream in comparison.

[Ha ha wait dwarves don't dream. Mhavos only realizes belatedly, and by then, there's nothing to be done for it.]