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"Oi can't unnerstand a single word!"<br />

"Wait... the Lady eats cats?"<br />

"This is madness! Who in their right mind would let a barmy addle-coved<br />

Xaositect perform a telling?!" Scii-tavakis snarls from her table.<br />

"I would," a piercing, crisp voice calls out from the crowd.<br />

He is a tall man, slim and sharp with a honed, pointed face. A lizard perches<br />

on the rounded cap covering his head, and a pair <strong>of</strong> smoked-glass spectacles<br />

obscure his eyes. A <strong>do</strong>zen necklaces, earrings, and other hangings jingle<br />

from his ro<strong>be</strong>s as he walks, his limbs cutting the air with each step. In his<br />

hand he holds a simple staff, <strong>not</strong>hing more than a slim, perfectly straight<br />

length <strong>of</strong> wood. It clacks as he approaches the stage in even intervals: quick,<br />

precise, and metronomic. Immediately the audience is hyp<strong>not</strong>ized by his<br />

slight but imposing figure.<br />

"Xoraskavitt," he chides sharply. Everything about this man is sharp and<br />

angular, "Now I gave you a chance <strong>to</strong> tell the tale proper. Hand over the<br />

journal."<br />

"I hAve iNFinite poweR. AnoTHer has infiNIte power. otHers havE inFinite<br />

POwer. I cAN <strong>cause</strong> mYseLf <strong>to</strong> HaVe iNfiNite poWER..." the mephit rolls on<br />

the ground, foaming at the lips as it clutches the <strong>to</strong>me.<br />

"I said hand it," the man snaps, snatching at the book. It transforms in<strong>to</strong> a<br />

slim scroll and with a firm shake the mephit slips free. Xoraskavitt tumbles<br />

about on the stage, murmuring gib<strong>be</strong>rish, but more quietly.<br />

"Now," the man clears his throat and stands up tall, "I must apologize and<br />

explain in full detail. I am Fac<strong>to</strong>r Epetrius <strong>of</strong> the Fraternity <strong>of</strong> Order,<br />

Twenty-Fifth <strong>of</strong> Two Hundred and Twelve Keepers <strong>of</strong> the Keys <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Eighteenth Great Library in Mechanus and High Scri<strong>be</strong> <strong>to</strong> the Libris Occultis<br />

on the Prime World <strong>of</strong> Tedrecon."<br />

"A Guvner?" Mikon slurs, clearly well in<strong>to</strong> the drink now, "Odd company for<br />

a Guvner <strong>to</strong> keep, a mephit and a Chaosman, at that."<br />

Fac<strong>to</strong>r Epetrius purses his lips slightly. "Yes, I must say it is an odd pairing <strong>of</strong><br />

sorts. Xoraskavitt is a handful. When he isn't chewing my wallpaper or<br />

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