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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?

Comments

[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.