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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jbear" data-source="post: 5741423" data-attributes="member: 75065">The Cursed One cocks his head slightly without looking up as the bizarre metal creature grates its apology  for its  existence."Now look what you've done. Now they are talking to us!"He then turns his head to meet the eyes or rather holes of the construct. He takes some time before responding his gaze flitting from one exotic patron to the other in what is now truly quite the menagerie."We are hardly one to judge what constitutes monstrous. We have felt the lash of hate upon arms, hand and back from  those who thought us monstrous...Something begins to rattle behind his back under his cloak that sounds like a sword rattling in its sheathe."Stop that! Ehem ...no, not you. Though if your existence pains you, we are willing to end your suffering with the sharp blow of mercy. Where were we ...?"The Cursed One sips at his drink and continues."So, Monster, if that is what you call yourself, we have no quarrel with you. Our face is equally ... well not equally ... as disfigured as your own. We were merely wondering, obviously none  too  discretely ...that  wass your fault! ... err, no not YOUR fault ... our fault... at the type of tavern  we had wandered into. I hesitated when we saw the name, but we insisted upon entering. The Hanged Man indeed. It will be a wonder  of the Star if we make it from this  place with heart still beating in  chest. But we have none to blame but ourselves. The sign was painted clearly.  We are perhaps surprised to bear witness to the calm in the presence of sudden death. We have been trained to react ..."The sound of sword, and a big  one at that, screeching from sheathe is stopped  the Cursed One twists around  to stop it and push  it back into  place. Between teeth gritted  into a  circumstancial smile he hisses: "Stop it or we are going home!"The Cursed One looks back to the emotionless face of the hideous construct and sighs."We badger your ears, well, not  your ears suppose, with lost words. Sit,  Monster" he says as he kicks  back  a  chair, "we doubt your luck could get any worse in doing  so."The Cursed One flinches at the grandmother's words but bites down  on the edge of his cup and chokes back his words, sensing that many of those he has perhaps inadvertantly offended with his unwise whispers are masters of powers far beyond his own, the old woman  included. Such a thought sends him  into a dark and silent brooding.</blockquote>

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