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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aura" data-source="post: 6647809" data-attributes="member: 6747658">Wahyu creeps closer to the doorway, quiet as the proverbial mouse. Virtually to the point of being able to turn through the door itself, he can finally make out the voice he is hearing. Chanting, isn't really the word for it. More like rehearsing a list of things to do, all in a squeaky, little voice. "Set the table... make the tea... set out the crumpets... The Master will be pleased..." the voice mutters, of the things that can be understood, anyway. (Some Wahyu cannot make out, but it's probably common tongue, as well, just harder to hear.) It starts to be apparent that some of the sound coming from the doorway matches what plates and silverware being set down on a table ought to sound like.</blockquote>