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Hm. Whatever the poster said, Sshizna could not decipher, even if she did recognize the tongue. She could gather it must've been a missing poster or the like, but the details at the bottom were what interested her, and she could make no sense out of them. It did not help that people were altogether [i]shouting [/i]behind her! First Rory, then another, truly, did no one understand she was trying to [i]concentrate?![/i]

Annoyed, she clicked her tongue and whipped around to find the goblin and the gnome had awoken, and were now conversing with a bugbear who'd— where [i]had [/i]he even come from?

It made no matter.

[color=#C5AF3F]"Doesss any of--"[/color]

[color=brown]"lEf fslhe houht?g eTh ettas 'o ttah epeddsn no thaw teyp fo elf rey aet'in."[/color]

[color=#C5AF3F]"I'm [i]sssure [/i]whatever you jussst sssaid isss very important, [i]howe[/i]—"[/color]

[color=5ffb01]"Bnee ni eesth swldi enlrog hant as I lwudo."[/color]

[color=#C5AF3F]"Tragic, now if any of you w—"  [/color]

[color=CCCC22]"sI ihst a aemrd—"[/color]

Oh, the absolute [i]futility [/i]of trying to get through to these lesser... Sshizna rubbed at her temple, then snapped her — somewhat desperate — gaze towards Rory, only to find she, too, had been caught up in the goblinoid wrangle. She seemed to know the goblin, Jub. 

A goblin [i]would [/i]be called [i]Jub.[/i]

The bugbear introduced himself as Voth, and it appeared they were now stuck with him, too. Could they not find a wizard instead?! Someone of even [i]moderate [/i]intelligence?

As questions and answers begun to fly back and forth, with Clapperclaw proposing to take them to some cave, Sshizna inhaled, exhaled, then finally snapped: [color=#C5AF3F][i]"FASSSCINATING."[/i][/color] to no one and everyone at once. [color=#C5AF3F]"Now. Before your jolly reunion getsss [i]any [/i]more out of hand, doesss [i]any. Of. You.[/i] Ssspeak [i]Elvisssh?![/i][/color]"

She pronounced each word slowly and carefully as if doubting half her audience could comprehend her otherwise, then pointed at the poster. By the gods, she was tired. Perhaps a hundred or so years of isolation had not been such a bad fate after all, considering.[/color]