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Void.
Void.
Void...
Fragments of images and words arise and vanish one after another. Spider legs on a scarlet cloak. A hand clutching a heart. A fragile brunette in chains. Three youths surrounded by flames. A sword and a goblet. Lute strings crumble into shattered icy threads. No more real than the little ants in their stone nests, no less real than a star that died in the boundless Nothing.
The fragments weave into a fabric, an ugly, hole-ridden canvas of many disparate pieces. Patterns appear on it, form shapes, and vanish again. One day they will freeze. One day they will disappear.
But not today. It is time to pursue the Sun once more.
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-- Hmph... It's sad when a noble line fades away like this, -- the viscount drained his goblet to the sorry fate of the Cassius estate. -- All that's left for you is to enter the service of a powerful lord and prove yourself. Perhaps, when you manage to restore your fortune, you won't be too old yet. In general, and for marriage in particular.
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Gautier returns to the table.
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-- Or one of us could check the brothel... -- Arno mused. Unlikely, but possible that they recruit from there too. -- You don't know anyone there, do you?
Hargen, in principle, can set off the next day.
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-- Come to me. There are too few musicians in this world to let talent go to waste.
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Void.
Void...
Fragments of images and words arise and vanish one after another. Spider legs on a scarlet cloak. A hand clutching a heart. A fragile brunette in chains. Three youths surrounded by flames. A sword and a goblet. Lute strings crumble into shattered icy threads. No more real than the little ants in their stone nests, no less real than a star that died in the boundless Nothing.
The fragments weave into a fabric, an ugly, hole-ridden canvas of many disparate pieces. Patterns appear on it, form shapes, and vanish again. One day they will freeze. One day they will disappear.
But not today. It is time to pursue the Sun once more.
Added after 1 minute
-- Hmph... It's sad when a noble line fades away like this, -- the viscount drained his goblet to the sorry fate of the Cassius estate. -- All that's left for you is to enter the service of a powerful lord and prove yourself. Perhaps, when you manage to restore your fortune, you won't be too old yet. In general, and for marriage in particular.
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Gautier returns to the table.
-- My brother told me everything. To think, almost last of all! Did he think I'd abandon him? Or that I'd turn down the boldest venture since the Empire? Pfft. Of course, I'll join the expedition.
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-- Or one of us could check the brothel... -- Arno mused. Unlikely, but possible that they recruit from there too. -- You don't know anyone there, do you?
Hargen, in principle, can set off the next day.
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-- Come to me. There are too few musicians in this world to let talent go to waste.
-- I swear to you, he's got a grudge against me, -- Amadeo, having finally retrieved his lute, returns to the orchestra, as is his custom, with a goblet in hand. -- I just can't figure out why. But credit where it's due to the scoundrel -- he has an ear for it. Alright, back to the program. Gunnlaug, ready?
-- Like hell, f***ing never. Let them start crying.
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E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers