[ A wizard just casually sauntering past, nose half in some dusty old tome. Not even looking up at you. ]
Preach it, big fella.
[ Thick Zemnian accent, stinking of alcohol, sulfur and shame. He stops, raises a finger. ]
Oh and un, a word from the wise. If you threaten them not to play along... They normally send you off to truly horrible places. Though, you look like you can take care of yourself so, Viel Glück!
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Preach it, big fella.
[ Thick Zemnian accent, stinking of alcohol, sulfur and shame. He stops, raises a finger. ]
Oh and un, a word from the wise. If you threaten them not to play along... They normally send you off to truly horrible places. Though, you look like you can take care of yourself so, Viel Glück!