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Please excuse me, mortal. We are busy observing the flow of souls. |
You are responsible for dealing with the brokers? |
Caretaker Kah-Vosh: Ba'silk, I have received complaints concerning crates of bones that are cluttering the lower levels. |
Emissary Ba'silk: Those are necessary supplies requested by the mortals, caretaker. |
Caretaker Kah-Vosh: What do they need so many bones for? |
Emissary Ba'silk: Rituals of some kind, I am told. We try not to pry into the personal matters of our clients. |
Caretaker Kah-Vosh: I... see. We shall have to trust the mortals, I suppose. Their way must be the Purpose. Bones and all. |
Caretaker Kah-Vosh: Ba'silk, you haven't filed a new request in some time. I find your silence... disconcerting. |
Emissary Ba'silk: You wound me, caretaker! Sometimes silence is just silence. |
Emissary Ba'hask: We could find something to make noise about, if you so insist. |
Caretaker Kah-Vosh: Please, no. Not on my account. |
Emissary Ba'hask: Silence it is, then. For now. |