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[shall_yield_us]

The same substance, in a tea spoon's fill is cure, in excess is... hmmm. Poison.

Well, Paracelsus be bless-damned, I shouldn't want more than a bite of you nomad tribes any-the-how. Unless you bring and maybe sing news, or blood offerings, or prayers.

But mostly news. Come, come, parasites. I'll take your news.


[ ooc: nothing past AS vol. 18, please ;; ]

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[clownishly]

Ya got a song in mind, kiddo?

[shall_yield_us]

Something holy, hmmm?

[clownishly]

I know how to make holes bigger, y'need a hand there?

[shall_yield_us]

A hand to point you with? Oh, fine.

Make ruin of something, all in my name. I shan't refuse you.

[clownishly]

I'll ruin it for ya.

[shall_yield_us]

Now, now, woo me: tell me how.

[clownishly]

Here is a list of fearful things:
The jaws of sharks, a vulture's wings,
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before.
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.