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[harpbeat.livejournal.com]

[It's daytime, the day after the last message they sent out. However, the way she's carrying herself is totally different from the last message. With bright eyes and a smiling face, she addresses the camera, sitting underneath a tree and strumming her harp.]

Excuse me, but I was unable to find any real information about my situation last night, and all of those who I asked about it this morning looked at me most strangely! Now that you are no longer in peril of your own, I assume, would anyone be willing to assist me?

My name is Eater. I go by Eater the Minstrel, and am a traveling bard looking for stories of heroes to retell and wonderful gentlemen to, err, retell stories of. However, this land is most unlike any I've visited before!

...and please forgive me if I spoke to you last night. I was a bit rude, wasn't I? I beg your pardon.

[Feel free to have seen Eater's last post or even continue replying to it.]

Comments

[harpbeat.livejournal.com]

That he does. Oh, well. He's incorrigible.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Hey now, without people like him the world would be pretty damn boring.

[harpbeat.livejournal.com]

I meant no offense to him by it. It was spoken only in fondness.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Oh! Right. Heh, I should've known. My fault, sorry.

[harpbeat.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I took no offense myself.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

You're pretty easy to get along with.

[A beat.]

He is too, when I think about it. Guess you've got that much in common, at least.

[harpbeat.livejournal.com]

If we were too dissimilar, it would be impossible for us to amenably share one body. Our goals must be alike or we would be heading in opposite directions.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

True. And being in the same body, that'd pose more than a just a bit of a problem.

[Devola smiled faintly. Eater -- both Eaters, that is, reminded her of siblings. Despite arguments and disputes, can't live with 'em can't live with out 'em, family.

Naturally, their circumstances were vastly different from that kind of relationship, but something about it was familiar nonetheless.]