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[color=#f7976a]-- GOOD ME.[/color]

Nerdinn makes his supererogatory mutterings to himself in a tongue indistinct while rolling a [color=#D5C4C4][b]ring[/b][/color] between two fingers; it is indeterminable how he manages a survey of the scene of waltzing chaos, the black hood obscuring his face. That is until factoring in omnipresence, though this deity in-particular is resigned to myopia -- content with it. These are all very ordinary organisms, considering, but they are absolutely losing their minds -- subtle in the surrounding bustle and din of the tavern, unmistakable to the many-eyed god whose satisfaction in the matter was immense.

[color=#f7976a]"Good tiding[i]shh[/i] fellow individual[i]shh,"[/i][/color] goes the cloaked and legless Nerdinn in his closest imitation of speech. He is approximate to the head of the table, but addresses the group as a whole, incapable of singling out a sorry specimen: [color=#f7976a]"Might I join your company tempowawily? Thi[i]shh[/i] tavern i[i]shh[/i] quite cwoded."[/color]

He gestures to a chair, recently made empty.[/indent]
[hr][right][sup][color=#D5C4C4]154[/color] words - ft. [b]Nerdinn,[/b] Malevolent God of Nosiness.[/sup][/right]