[i]Nervously approaching comes a cart, rolling along the eternal path of blackness on four almost circles of wood.[/i]

Hello there...

I'm here to apply for the bouncer job.

Do you have a sheet I can fill in or questions you want to ask?

[i]The voice emanates from somewhere in the cart, among the boxes and sacks. Within the forgettable crops sack beneath the burnt apple barrel sits a magnificent ring and within that sits Zyrid the Amiable. Upon his soft chair he smokes a long pipe and gazes around his vast library, he has tired of the universe and its knowledge, he thirsts for mortal expression and meaningfulness.[/i]

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