(Celest): Gadritan says, "And ask where he went wrong?"
(Celest): Doman says, "That would be amusing."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "Not a day goes by I don't ask myself that same
question about doman."
(Celest): Doman says, "Gadritan, imma sic a white kraken on you."
(Celest): Zixen (Aetherways):: "It was old , could have been
doman."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "White Kraken!? I will slay the white kraken!"
(Celest): Lyall (Aetherways):: "I'll kill the black kraken!"
(Celest): Gadritan says, "All the kraken are black.."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "Except the White Kraken, he lives in the deepest part
of the undervault where the mother eel's give birth to their young."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "Many believe him a myth, but I know the White Kraken
is real, and I will collect his tentacles for my trophy room."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "Why would I want another head? i've got dozens of
those, but a tentacle to sling across my wall, its whats missing from the
collection."
(Celest): Steingrim (Water Elemental) "The problem with the
white kraken is it almost always disguises itself as a black one."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "Plus when I do find a good mate, I intend to earn her
as a wife like I did my first wife."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "By ripping a kraken to pieces with my blades, and
offering the pieces one by one as proposal gifts until she accepts."
(Celest): You say, "What lady could refuse such a display."
(Celest): Enero says, "A smart one."
(Celest): Haylen (Aetherways):: "How... romantic.."
(Celest): You say, "Heehee."
(Celest): Gadritan says, "Many will I'd imagine, but the right mate for me would
understand the significance of all that meat in Loboshi mating rituals."

Warbard Waring Mersalius, Advocate of the Hymn says, "I am gonna go get a bubble if Gender changing for you, Kyriel."

Squire Kyriel Luminare, Ward of Pharamon says, "Cool, I can sell that for credits."

Warbard Waring Mersalius, Advocate of the Hymn says, "You would be a pretty girl."

Warbard Waring Mersalius, Advocate of the Hymn says, "Pretty little girl with golden curls."

Warbard Waring Mersalius, Advocate of the Hymn says, "I would totally tap that."

CT isn't meant to be OOC. at all. Such comments need to be ignored!

Varren is here, flapping his arms in a panic. He wields a steel claymore with both hands.

Conjures a strange mental image.

He conjures all sorts of strange mental images.

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WHAT?!

You bow respectfully to the Voice of Trialante.
The Voice of Trialante skips merrily.

Erm..?
How does a disembodied voice skip?

You ask a doddering old man, "Erm, if that hat isn't yours, perhaps I could... have it to determine who's it is?"

You ask a doddering old man, "Perhaps there's a name inside, or something?"

A doddering old man looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

A doddering old man says, "Well, I suppose..."

You smile softly.

l man
A tall, frail creature, this human male is as old as the frayed robes he wears. His face, tanned from the sun and lined with the wrinkles of a long life - some born of smiles and others of tears, some of wisdom and others wrought from the raw elements. His eyes, dark and beady lined with tawny-streaked violet, hold a burning sense of awareness, a piercing gaze that sees far more than they should. A scraggly white beard juts from his pointed, aged chin, growing down from his upper lip and half-obscuring his thin lips, white teeth and charmingly crooked smile. His nose, pointed and spotted lightly with age spots, provides a comical vantage point from which is eyes look down. Atop his hat rests a bent and frayed hat, crooked and its tip somewhat limp and leaning to one side. Long gnarled fingers and spotted hands come out from the ends of the travel-stained robes, his skin hanging loosely from his scrawny arms.
A doddering old man almost glows with nearly god-like power.

A doddering old man gives an inside-out grey hat to Ried.

You ponder an inside-out grey hat thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

l hat
This is a conical grey hat, tattered and frayed and even inside-out!

Camerick raises an eyebrow at you.

Master Camerick, Skald of Shadows says to you, "Anything?"

You shake your head.

You say, "No name, nothing."

You have emoted: Ried attempts to twist the hat back to its original shape.

You crease your brow in a frown.

Erendor blinks.

You give a conical grey hat to a doddering old man.

A doddering old man exclaims, "Oh! My hat!"

A doddering old man exclaims, "Thank you!"

Slaan pats a doddering old man in a friendly manner.

Tysiphid bursts into a fit of giggles, ending with an abrupt and surprising snort.

You smile and say to a doddering old man, "You're welcome!"