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Maleagant chewed his lower lip absently, and looking pensive. "Not as much as they do. Guarantee it." Songs in the blood sounded painful, somehow. He could only picture people singing underwater, sending bubbles roiling to the surface. Air. Air pockets in the blood. Now that was painful. Or so...

"Well if it is as lovely as you say then it seems I should, yes?" He paused in his eating. Swallowed hard, then pushed his meat around on his plate a little aimlessly. Maleagant offered the Lady Mirlorne a weak, gormless smile. "Yeah, sure," he said, "If they ask - and they usually do - make...

Maleagant made a popping noise with his lips. "I'm good at guessing these sorts of things." The vagrant milled about the camp, delighting - in the masochistic sense - the wide berth and cold regard the entire entourage gave to him. These people reminded him of foreigners. In, like, the general...

Maleagant had a wandering mind and passed most of the ride in the shallow kind of thought, dreaming of places he wanted to see, things he wanted to do, theories he would like to test, components he would like to find. And, of course, his personal favorite: what he would do when he finally...

"Hmm," Maleagant tallied the years off one by one, having to swap calendars once or twice in the process, "Half my life, I reckon. Fifteen-odd years now." He huffed and, as if to demonstrate his complete ignorance of who he was speaking with, added: "I'm basically ancient. Very wizened, yeah?"

Maleagant inhaled as loudly as possible, sucking in an unnecessary amount of oxygen through his nostrils, almost as if he were testing them. He held like that for a moment before exhaling boorishly. "Not too good," he announced, "Think I lost most of my smell in a mine fire back in the day...

So now was his interrogation. Maleagant tried to feel flattered, but his saddle sucked and his crotch already hurt. He winced but tried to pass it off as a grin. "Notable? Me? No, no, no. Not at all, not even a little." Which was true relative to their present location. "I do all kinds of...

"Sure, yeah," he replied, showing his palms. "It was worth a shot." Maleagant watched Faust get his money and wondered, pitifully, why he couldn't have a job that easy. He reflected on his choices as he skulked off, retrieved and mounted his horse, and dutifully followed after his employers...

Maleagant was chewing the inside of his cheek, looking considerate and deep in his thoughts. His attention briefly returned to the present when Faust said something, to which Maleagant habitually and absently replied, "Yeah, yeah." This turned out to be the wrong approach, as quite suddenly the...

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