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-- It's all smooth sailing... -- Zibab's speech is like a swamp: viscous, sticky, full of all sorts of unnecessary garbage, and completely out of place are these flowers of rhetoric. The simple-minded calcite drowns and suffocates in it, trying to connect everything into a coherent story, but he can't. His head starts to ache, and in the middle of Zibab's monologue, he already starts to get confused about who, what, when, and why they did it, and where they met.
"A sly dog! He's not just talking to fill the air!"
-- I think you're hiding something, but I can't figure out where yet. Okay, let's not argue, at least now something is clear. It's clear that if someone took the artifact, it was this pirate, or the scoundrel in the mask. I, by the way, saw that mask before, back in Sizk. Only a rare madman would put something like that on. It was given to Tung for visiting heroes, and it's supposed to dig into your bones. And you're saying you have no idea where your buddies are: the sailor, Blackjack, and the blond idiot?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers