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  • Birds knocks on Markuran's workshop door.
  • Markuran grunts in acknowledgement, not bothering to move from his bed.

<BirdsOfTrinity> "I have a little project I wanted to start working on, and I was wondering if you could give me a hand."

  • Markuran peers at Birds from under his hair and a pillow. Yawning, the big barbarian scratches at his back. "What sort of project?"

<BirdsOfTrinity> "I wanted to...how shall I say this...get some practice with that whole 'never touching the ground again' thing."

<BirdsOfTrinity> "So I was thinking that I could string some tightropes around in the Manse."

<BirdsOfTrinity> "Now, the problem is, they need to be set up so that they don't interfere with the Cascade's geomancy. And they should probably be retractable or something, so they don't get in anyone else's way."

<Markuran> "Or you could just make some very improbable shoes.."

  • Birds thinks about that.

<BirdsOfTrinity> "What to you mean, improbable?"

<Markuran> "Shoes most people wouldn't consider possible. Something two feet off the ground on spindly little spokes. Something like that."

<BirdsOfTrinity> "That is certainly worth looking into."

<BirdsOfTrinity> "Meanwhile, do you happen to know where we keep the floorplans for this place?"

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