That one day...
There's a Dragon-God, singing softly to himself upon a hoard.
"Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday, old fellow...
Happy birthday to me."
He heaves a sigh.
((Mun's birthday))
"Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday, old fellow...
Happy birthday to me."
He heaves a sigh.
((Mun's birthday))
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((Happy birthday!))
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"The truth, Alec. No shadings of words, no evasions, no omissions about her death and its cause. They will rage and curse and blame you, probably attack as well.. But own up, and you may get out of there with an iota of their respect and a lack of blood feud."
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"..If you like, I'll go with you. We're friends, after all."
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"Now how is this different from any other way this could play out? These are the hands you're dealt, Troven! Tell the truth, for lies will only get you in deeper!" He's being more stern now, mainly because He's absolutely certain He's right on this one.
A Truthsayer has a slightly different approach to lying than most, anyway.
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"Bring your futureSari as well. Knowledge that their bloodline has not been erased might temper their rage.. a little."
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