Yeah, you gotta give those mirrors a good rub, if you just give it a half-arsed brush it'll come out all kinds of weird.

A gnome assistant enters from the down, a satchel of letters at his waist.

You shove a silver starburst inlaid waraxe into the hot coals of the forge, then lay it on an anvil and hammer it carefully.

A gnome assistant says, "Excuse me?"

You say, "Hmm!"

A gnome assistant says, "Miss La'Saet?"

You say, "Greetings."

A gnome assistant picks his nose and flicks the contents of it at you.

A gnome assistant raises his hand in greeting and says "Hi!"

"Ugh!", you say in disgust.

A gnome assistant says, "I've got another present for you."

Lanky and bored-looking, this assistant has the dull look of one who will never be much more than a delivery boy. Dressed in the officious garments of one in the employ of Newt Blasterson himself, the boyish gnome is at least clean-shaven, though an unruly shock of brown hair strikes straight up defies his
professional attire. A look of disinterest in his eyes and a finger in his nose, this youth does not inspire much confidence in his capabilities.
A gnome assistant appears to be extraordinarily strong.
He weighs about 67 pounds.
You cannot see what a gnome assistant is holding.

You look skeptical and say, "I hope it's not like the first."

A gnome assistant rummages about his satchel, his tongue clenched between his teeth in concentration.

You shudder violently as a chill ripples down your spine.

"Ahah!" A gnome assistant exclaims triumphantly.

A gnome assistant gives a handful of loti spores to you.

You say, "Noooooooooo."

You frown and shake your fist angrily.

A gnome assistant exclaims, "A gift from the Lords and Lady of Celest!"

You thwap a gnome assistant on the head.

A gnome assistant gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

A gnome assistant says, "Oh. And..."

A gnome assistant snaps his fingers, and a strange compulsion comes over you.

You quickly devour a handful of loti spores.

A gnome assistant hums a happy tune.

You say, "..aah!"

A gnome assistant waves goodbye.

A gnome assistant wanders off to the down, a satchel of letters at his waist.

You say, "Little..."

A masked lucidian passes his hands over his face and changes from a noble merian to lucidian before your eyes.

Sounds like a good way to spice up a marriage.

While neither I nor Seraku are interested in men. It does lead to rather funny conversations about Zasha.

You're a man playing Lusternia. There is no way that sentence is true.

Zephyr Vitolius says, "I'll think about it some more, then. Next, I have a very
basic, very ignorant-sounding question: what MUST I do on a regular, besides
sleep? Eat? Drink? Is frequent meditation required to maintain my sanity?"

You say, "You must sleep and eat."

You say, "Until you become a supramortal, at the eightyth circle of experience."

Zephyr Vitolius says, "What is needed at that point?"

You say, "Nothing."

Zephyr Vitolius says, "Interesting..."

You say, "I have no need to eat, so I only indulge in cake occasionally."

You say, "And I only sleep when I am dreamweaving."

Zephyr Vitolius says, "What do you survive on? Pure energy?"

Looking slightly perplexed, you say, "That is a good question."

You say, "I have an enhanced metabolism."

Zephyr Vitolius says, "Which processes....cake?"

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say, "Apparently."

Sylandra tells you, "((Quick question: how do you do an emote that starts out as a possessive? I know it can be done))"

You tell Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Starless Sky, "((Apostrophe ess ?))"

Sylandra tells you, "((Let's see!))"

Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Starless Sky's wings beat slowly as she ponders the situation.

You tell Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Starless Sky, "((I can't believe you've never tried that!))"

Sylandra tells you, "((Never!))"

You tell Lady Sylandra Shevat, the Starless Sky, "((Noob.))"

Sylandra tells you, "((Pssssh!))"

(House Shevat): Tulemrah (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "We do have plenty of cloth, actually."

(House Shevat): Tulemrah (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Around nine thousand."

(House Shevat): Arel (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "Perhaps it is silk then. Something to do with tailoring at least."

(House Shevat): Arel (from the Prime Material Plane) says, "How did we end up with that much cloth?"

(House Shevat): Sylandra says, "Over nine thousand, Tulemrah?"

Awesome, a cute new protege!

I laughed so hard at the 'over nine thousand'.

Pesukaru greets Togmork Treesplitter with a sincere smile.
Togmork Treesplitter says, "Why people laugh when I say I like woodies?"

(Market): Iytha says, "This bookbinder no verb. Book you money for. Yes?"

(Disciples of Klangratch): Prav (from the Klangratch Tournies) says, "Pretend she's raping you.

He is a noble merian lord demigod and and is his apparently deep in though judgeing by his vacant expression, bearely seeming to notice his surroundings. His is convered from head to toe with light blue scales that seem to reflect the sunlight. His legs are short and spindly, at least compared to the burly bulk in his upper body.

Two things: I'd like to apologize on behalf of Celestians everywhere. And second, Pectus, the squiggly line in the upper right of the left half is CLEARLY meant for the Q, not that trifle in the lower right corner.

...What did you do...?