10th Dec 2014, 4:40 AM in The Rite of Serfdom

It looks like an alehouse to me

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It looks like an alehouse to me
[[Atra's illusion spell is broken so she is seen as a young woman.]] / Atra: Where are we? / Zoe: These are the Town Crier Network's headquarters. / Atra: Looks like an alehouse to me. / Zoe: Of course it does! Journalists work here. Are you faeries?
Ottar: Let me see. Small, green, wingful, pointsome ears. Methinks I might be a fae, Aye. / Atra: That's a three-hour walk from the forest. Were we transported here? / Jake: Hey Atra, you've done something to your hair!
Zoe: The other one isn't green, and she looks just like Jodoque Davignon's wife! / Atra: I sure feel as if we walked all the way here! / Jake: Yeah, my feet are killing me!
Ottar: Waylay dust and a forgetsomeness hex could do that! That is what a sick mind like Wythllew's would for to do.
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Reinder Dijkhuis 10th Dec 2014, 4:40 AM edit delete
Reinder Dijkhuis
Originally published on November 21, 2003.