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[defies_reason]

[You might suspect this to be an accidental post. You might not be wrong. Isaak is sitting in a comfortable armchair, his device clearly recording from a table beside him. He's not looking at it; he's reading a book, while classical music plays rather loudly in the background.

After a time, he looks up-- not at the camera, merely away from his book, and says--]

The coming and going does become tiresome, after a time, doesn't it.

[And a moment after, without looking, reaches over to turn off the feed.]

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[mortemscintilla]

I'm always surprised by how tolerant the Citizens are here. But I do wonder if it's genuine goodwill, or fear of a common threat.

[ Certainly, with the City's high-level aura of instability -- the curses, the monsters, the (absent) Deities -- it's wiser to make allies, not enemies. Nothing holds as many cards as fear does. ]

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[defies_reason]

Either is useful.

[Isaak doesn't much mind if it's merely fear that keeps people in line; that, he is more or less accustomed to.]