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[impure_tale]

This cold weather! I cannot imagine the agony I would be in were my body as old as it had been when I first passed.

Far from important, however. I had wondered if I might trouble some of the baking and cooking experts on this ship for a favor. I'm coming to find that my terrible old sweet tooth has been reawakened, and I can hardly shop for bon bons in a place such as this, can I? I have little I can repay you with but it would warm this old libertine's heart considerably to have real chocolate pastilles again.

[Private to Pyro]

You, young man, are going to need to learn to pick your battles a mite more carefully.

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Private

[singe_john]

So, did you ever get in trouble for writing? [Somebody doesn't know his history.]

Private

[impure_tale]

[A somewhat disbelieving guffaw]

I'm beginning to think you've never heard of me.

Private

[singe_john]

History was never my strongest subject... [Most subjects weren't his strongest.]

Private

[impure_tale]

The library has a number of my more notable works.

I also published quite a few stories while here. You're already doing better than I on my first day. The ah-- target of my first publication was out for my blood.

Private - ahhh memories

[singe_john]

I'll be sure to check 'em out.

Did they ever get you? And what'd your warden have to say about it?

Private - ahhh memories

[impure_tale]

Oh, she was quite cross.

As for 'getting' me, yes. He paid someone to draft a forgery of my writing, involving the three people most likely to beat me within an inch of my life for including them.

Two of them, at different times, did. Well, one did. The other attempted, and broke my wrist.

Private

[singe_john]

[Normally, this is where Pyro would laugh and laugh, because VIOLENCE! But right now he's thinking: That could be ME... So it's a lot less funny.]

For writing? Yeesh, guess I should be glad all my target ever did was whinge and whinge until my warden decided to send me to therapy.