LoC: Answered Prayers. [IC]

[Draken]

Timbuktu

"No importance whatsoever. Merely curiosity."

"But why not entertain me, good kinsman? They call me Language and words are my awareness and purview. I could point you to where every one of these texts lingers on, such that all that is lost in these flames has no value other than sentimental or for its origins and craftsmanship. Such things that your copyism will not retain. An ethereal value, indeed."

"But that is minor, kinsman. You could halt this flame, you could take these texts and let the flame feast on chalk and mortar. Why not do so? Why waste good reading time in such a dreadful situation?"

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Zurich

Mereon's... Priesthood... Whisper among themselves at the arrival of the newest posse. They have no kind words to speak about them, with gaudy being the kindest terminology to employ.

Why the ladies among them entertain the prospects of Speaking a few unkind Words at Miss Fortune's prized Sirs. They would surely...

"No. And cut the puns."

The priests fall silent. The narrator vows to make more puns.