As usual, he spoke in Standard when recording, knowing that the T'swiwould answer in kind. This time it took nearlythree before she had him through all of it, alert again and in good spirits. Its function wasn't hypothetical anymore,was no longer something less than real. And he was allowed to wheel himself to the library, where boxes of books had been spread unsorted on tables.
He's bigger and meaner, but in astraight fight, Makoor would prob'ly win. Voker said, Artus, the Imperials are out there. Each of you draw a straw. He stood apart without seeming aloof, and forwhatever reason, no one had seen fit to pick a fight with him.
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