[h1][color=goldenrod]Thomas[/color] and [color=forestgreen]Marcel[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:56 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse[/i][/b][/indent]
Thomas was a little taken aback by the mole-man's appearance, more so than his question. Not the strangest Voldoan around but, still enough to startle him. And the question, bold as it was to ask...

[color=goldenrod]"That's..."[/color] Thomas replied quietly, [color=goldenrod]"I'm... not permitted to speak of that."[/color]

Marcel's nose twitched for a second.  [color=forestgreen]"Ah, yes, sorry."[/color] He paused for a moment longer, nodding to the  server as he received his coffee. [color=forestgreen]"Merci."[/color]

He turned back to Thomas, stirring the sugar in his coffee with one of his long, ivory-white nails. [color=forestgreen]"But, would permit saying, how you say, story?"[/color] He sipped his coffee, staring intently into Thomas' eyes with his own unnervingly blank mole-eyes. [color=forestgreen]"I miss the underground very much, you see. Do you see, in your "Undercity", eh... taupe personnes?"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"How about..."[/color] Thomas replied, raising a hand very slightly, [color=goldenrod]"We start with introductions... and then I will tell you what I am [i]allowed[/i] to tell you?"[/color]