un: deft hand of little deaths [Voice]

[scrapgege]

... So everyone can hear me if I use this right? Like a communication array, but without a password? Oh, that's handy!

Ah, sorry!

I just arrived here from the ship and I was asked by someone to go deliver some goods, so I might end up coming back a bit late. I still should use the side door to come back in, right?

[Adressed to someone else on his side.]

... Ah yes, yes, I'm following you, sorry, I just needed...

[And back to the general public]

I have to go, I'll be back soon! I hope!

Comments

[scrapgege]

I think I'm alright? They just want me to drink something. That won't kill me.

[downswing]

Reveal yourself too young.



( As you are clearly a small child. )

[scrapgege]

I'm not too young to drink. And it doesn't really smell like alcohol anyway.

[downswing]

Claim sickness. The stench of sea.

Ask to remove yourself.

[scrapgege]

I... really don't think this is going to work. And there's a lot of them here, I don't think antagonizing them is the right way to go.

[downswing]

Flee.

[scrapgege]

[Sorry, Wangji, no more messages incoming for the next... 24 to 36 hours at the very least.]