derping with the boggins. no plans, just tentatively voice testing.

[experting]

No contract? Ah, well, I cannot say I'm an expert on how these... agreements— [ Yes, that word will do, ha. ]—are meant to work, but without a contract, there is no place to sign. And if I cannot sign, well, I suppose I have not agreed to this agreement. [ Ha! ]

Yes. So. [ Straightening his already straightened jacket. ]

If you would not mind, I think I will be... leaving. [ Ahem, yes; keep it up, don't lose that backbone now. ] … Which I will be doing in a moment. That is to say, actually... ah, right now? [ No no no, that hadn't been a question! He is leaving this instant! Or... oh, wait. ] … Soon. Yes, that sounds better. [ Because... how is he supposed to leave this place?

So not fidgeting. Much. ]


… This way... or is it that? [ Pointing until his arms cross one another and no. He's talking to himself; not asking for help, thank you very much, hmph. ] … And there are no signs. Hm. Typical.

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[daughter_of_the_wood]

[Well she had never met one of his people before, but he seemed like a interesting individual. She gave him a warm look]

Well it seems that you are quite out of your depth then. But you don’t seem to repel the idea. Has something changed your mind of late?