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[fearlessherosheart]

[So, this transmission shows a well-dressed (if looking like she fell out of a Renfaire) woman with slightly pointed ears, one who is tall enough that her head is partially cut off in the video image. The undersized bag of groceries confirm that this isn't a matter of sitting too close to the console.]

This cannot be a week’s worth of provisions. It is hardly worth a day or two. Perhaps an Easterner or one of these kedan could live on this, but they are small, so clearly must eat less. Bah, everything here is undersized and cramped.

[Also, someone should really break it to her that a local week is seven days, not five as it is in Tazendra's home country. Before the shopkeepers do.]

One would think that the kedan would spend less time providing us with these sorcerous message devices, and in being ill-mannered to their guests, and more in arranging proper food supplies and their preparation. Cracks in the Orb, it cannot be that difficult to prepare bread. I have seen Srahi or Mica perform the task a thousand times.

Only, I haven't the faintest idea what is the first step. Ah, but I have been sending a message, so perhaps someone will offer their services?

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[fearlessherosheart]

That is quite curious indeed. Only... what is a turtle?

[andaway]

[OH. Well of course, Clark should have guessed that was the problem.]

Can you give me a minute? I will- [And he's out of sight for a few seconds, coming back with something like a sketchbook. And with the closest thing the Kedan have to crayons, he doodles the closest thing he can get to a turtle. It's nothing too bad, but he's definitely not an artist.]

It's an animal. Something similar to this?

[fearlessherosheart]

Some sort water reptile?

[andaway]

Indeed! I was afraid my drawing was too bad for you to understand it, I'm more of a writing kind of man.

[fearlessherosheart]

Then you are a playwright?

[andaway]

Goodness, no. I don't have nearly enough imagination for that. I'm a reporter, a journalist... do they have that in your world?

[fearlessherosheart]

In truth, we do not.

[andaway]

Well... our job is basically to gather as much information about what's going on in our world and share it.

[fearlessherosheart]

Share it? With who?

[andaway]

With the whole world? ...With whoever it may concern, I suppose.

[fearlessherosheart]

I recall certain broadsheets and pamphlets that printed rumor back in the capital, as well as the official announcements from the palace when there were unusual events.

[Tazendra's homeworld has the printing press, but the concept of a 'free press' isn't one that's caught on so much.]

[andaway]

That's more or less what we do, except the 'rumor' thing is not my favorite. I usually left that one to a certain coworker of mine.

[Sorry Cat that was kind of your deal.]

[fearlessherosheart]

Ah. I understand.