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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lobo Lurker" data-source="post: 1964639" data-attributes="member: 25172">Jurden-Quorr, Ghaele 1The oddly marked being looks a bit despondant as he skeptically tries the soup. "Interesting." His voice seems to reverberate on several different tonal levels; at once soft soprano of a well made woodwind and at the same time baritone of a cello... he seems caught off-guard by this... as if surprised by the sound of his own voice. Arching his eyebrow at BI, "...are you supposed to eat the hard bits or spit them out?" Then, looking rather crestfallen he adds "...I think this is a new experience for me." <a pause> "Yes, new... I rather think I'd remember eating a turtle."Addressing the talkative halfling, "Andarin eh?" <a pause> "That's new too. I haven't met you before."  He leans back to take in the always-facinating marketplace. Hundreds of individuals following thier instincts and trying to eek out an existance here above the center of all things. Funny, how can we above the center of everything in the multiverse? That's a paradox that I feel should bother me... but it doesn't. Focusing his thoughts on the present he again addresses the halfling. "I am L..." <a pause> "err...I used to be someone important I think... now I'm not so sure." He glances around the marketplace noting a pair of massive ogres carrying an equally massive box heaped with all sorts of odds an ends. Ki-Jurden's House of Pawning; Kworren-tern District #32 was painted in faded red letters on the side. Still looking into the marketplace he answers the halfling. "You may call me... Jurden-Quorr." He seems to say the name several times under his breath. Then nods. It may be your imagination, but he looks much healthier than he did a moment ago, more vital, more... there."Well... Sigil is known as the Cage, right? Who'd want to be trapped in a cage? It is the natural state of all creatures to yearn for freedom."  He stops abruptly and says, almost to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I've said that before..."Glancing at the table's other occupant the ghaele sighs. "A word of advice, prime. If you're going to be spending time in Sigil remember this. A fiend is a fiend... no matter how nice they are to you." His eyes seem to glaze over a little, taking on a grayish hue, and his voice takes on a slightly different inflection than before. The duality of his twin vocals seems more jarring than it was a second ago. "There is no better lover in all the multiverse than a succubus... but beware her kiss. It will be the end of you." Jurgen-Quorr shakes his head and is clearly confused and unsettled.Looking a little worried, Jurden turns back to the halfling. "I don't know about the hand. Odd isn't it?  Only yesterday a piking tiefling tried to saw it off... I guess he thought I was an easy mark. Time is something I have quite a lot of though. So I suppose I'll figure it out someday."Turning back to the man in green Jurden notes his eyes. "Interesting eyes prime. You have a name?" Jurden's own eyes, a perfect shade of corn-flower blue sapphire, a stark contrast to his ebony skin, bore into the others. "C'mon, spit it out. You could do a lot worse than accept the companionship of an eladrin... even a lowly one such as myself." He smiles, "What brings you to Sigil? I'll help you find a tout later if you need one."Returning to his soup, he suddenly remembers BI. Cocking his head slightly at the druid, "What was it you were saying about dreams?"</blockquote>

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