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| Julius Larson | John Crowley | Feemerson Crowley | Middler Blaydow | Thanasi Reium |
Julius: Where did you come from?
J.N: Visiting?
Julius: Signs another paper. Sigh.
J.N: You're busy. Leaves.
Julius: J.N…
J.N: HALT. What?
Julius: I-I… I'm sorry about what I said to you…
J.N: Alright.
Julius: So… Yeah. Have a good life.
J.N: I'd say the same to you, but at this point that looks like wishful thinking.
Julius: Yeah… Go on, then.
J.N: Does so.
Feemy: …Another word I don't know… Looks it up.
Middler: I miss Natey.
Thanasi: I could probably beat him in a duel.
Middler: What kind of duel?
Thanasi: We-ell… I only know how to use a swallow and 'e only knows how to use a broad sword…
Middler: …Er, you mean fighting?
Thanasi: Nod. I wouldn't keel eem, of course.
Middler: I wouldn't want you two to fight. Sips his cup of water.
Thanasi: Well, 'e ees not leesteneeng to reason.
Middler: I guess not… He got Natey a nice ribbon and a silk pillow and everything, though…
Thanasi: But 'e ees yours. I thought Ivy had more honor than that.
