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[badge_177]

-to work... [A man is speaking, muttering gruffly. He's accompanied by a thump, as if someone hit his terminal (that would be because he did). For a few moments afterwards, there is silence, ended by a somewhat satisfied grunt.]

So, we're supposed to use these things to talk to each other? [From his tone, it's clear that he considers this a dubious idea at best.]

[There's a hint of shifting cloth, the creak of a chair, but the silence is shorter this time.] Right, then can anyone tell me where to buy decent cigars?

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[voice forever]

[badge_177]

I, er, thought dragons didn't have...you know... [Vocal cords. The right kind of tongue. That sort of thing.]

Er. [He supposes that if this one was trying to take over the island, he'd have heard about it. So it's just another citizen. A large citizen. That talks.] What's your name?

[voice forever]

[kazilik]

[There's a huff, and her screen abruptly fogs up with steam. It disappears after a few seconds, but she looks somewhat mollified, at least.]

I am called Iskierka. What is yours?

[voice forever]

[badge_177]

Keel.

John Keel.

[kazilik]

It is a pleasure to meet you then, I suppose.

[badge_177]

An honor, I'm sure.

So, er. You've been here long?

[kazilik]

Oh, perhaps two months now. It has --certainly been something.