The red-headed approached the table where the notepad has been left lying about. She sized it, turned it upside down, and looked at it from every angle.
Blod' then noticed the tiny secrets symbols written on the pad. She pulled out ther golden comm' and let it read for her. She thought to herself :
Paper ? whoy do doses people still be usin' dhoses antiques ?
She then took the pad with her, and walked straight to the woman that left it on the table.
As she held out the strange object to her, she started adressing her :
Oy cannae use dhis obsolete technology, tis too ol'. Oif ye want mae tae use dhat tin', ye gotta do it fer mae.
(03-31-2010, 11:48 PM)Sprolf Wrote: That is the crux of the matter.
If you aid us, and you aid them, you are the enemy.
If you do not aid them, you are worthless outside of extortion potential.
If you aid us, you will be treated with respect.
