ALS

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Metallurgist: 15,000 skorvans is a lot. I’ll need to arrange safe storage, confer with a blacksmith, and speak to a lawyer to draw up a payment plan.

Gahncai: I’ll need to confer with my people as well.

LATER

Gahncai: So, for a total of 15,000 minus a 2.5% half pay on neutral storage costs paid over 48 months is 300 point 68 skorvans per month.

Human street urchin: Nonono, you’re gettin’ screwed, guv. It should be 304.68 per month, minus my consultancy fee of 5 skorvans per month, paid up-front in a lump sum of about 340 skorvans. Rounded down, of course.

Gahncai: Of course.

Gahncai: You’re a lifesaver, kid.

Geoff: Y’r built like a labrador fucked a boulder, but there’s three of us, and you–don’t have a knife.

the plane of Caden, later

Gahncai: I know it’s late. Is the metallurgist in?

Metallurgist: For you, traveler? I’m always in. Put it on the table.

Gahncai: Okay, but the bag isn’t for sale.

Metallurgist: Of course. Hitlaew est

Metallurgist: Hmm…

Metallurgist: The coins are gold-plated. Copper mixed with something very unusual. Fascinating. 15,000 skorvans.

Ghancai: …and?

Metallurgist: *sigh* The knife is worthless, but I’ll pay you 5 skorvans to throw it in the trash right now and wipe the blood off my table.

Somewhere else, another time

Gahncai: “Three aces. I win.”

Luke: “Really? ‘cause Geoff has an ace over there and Tan has an ace over there.”

Gahncai: Yes. And I have THREE aces, so I win the hand.

Tan: *sigh* count ‘em.

Gahncai: one, two, three, fooour…oh. There’s too many.

Gahncai: One of you must be cheating. I should take my money and–

Geoff: Are you stupid or something? You’ve got two aces o’ spades.

Gahncai: …

Gahncai: I’m not…’book smart.’

*Many years ago*

Lila: Bria, honey, I think it’s adorable that you’ve given our servants the night off so you can serve my parents yourself, but…

Bria: Look, I’m undead now and I still love you. We’ll make this work.

Lila, *kisses her*: Please get the plates. There are thirteen members of my immediate family and we’ll need three plates each, plus a bowl and a silverware set. Plus two for us.

Bria: I’ll be right back.

Lila: Also, remember to be careful about what you say to my mother; you know she’s sensitive about her weight.

Bria: Of course.

*Bria enters the kitchen and sees a towering pile of dishes*

Bria: So…three for every thirteen and…um…wait.

Gahncai: So do humans do anything?

Bria: Hey!

Gahncai: The living ones. Are they useful?

Ularon: They can’t breathe underwater or swim well.

Rulah: Well…

Bria: I don’t miss shitting or sweating.

Rulah: Y’know–

Ularon: Sweating. When Rulah first told me about that, I thought she was making it up.

Rulah: Humans can do math, assholes.

Bria, Rulah, Ularon: …

Ularon: Damn.

Gahncai: Weird.

Bria: I miss math. 🙁

Rulah: Ugh. What is that? It smells like someone stretched out horseskin and forgot to make leather.

Gahncai: That’s me. It’s something dogesires can do.

Rulah: Gross.

Gahncai: That monster was choking us! The bet says we can’t raise our moxes, so…

Ularon: It was choking you two. I breathe though the water in my robes.

Bria: I’m undead. I don’t breathe.

Rulah: And let me guess-

Gahncai: I have the lung capacity of a hippo.

Rulah: Obviously.

Bria: I’ll need one of those tapestries to clean my sword.

Ghancai: But they’re worth so much in Alguienn!

Ularon, in Piscean: Student.

Rulah, in Piscean: Teacher

Bria: Is that you under these doors, Rulah?

Rulah: Yes

Ularon: Did you use fire, Student?

Rulah: …yes.