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[wontturntofoam]

[Video clicks on, and lo, it is a pink faced young man, sitting in a nest of fabric in one of the empty cabins. He hasn't bothered to introduce himself on the network (he's used to just being known), and he's not personalized the cabin at all, just found an empty one and nested there.]

I have watched the winter festival celebrated each year, every year, for as long as I can recall. There is ceremony, there is song, and there is sacrifice. It is curious to me, that you celebrate the winter festivals here, although there is no snow or frost... [Curious, perhaps, but Shrieky looks quietly content, as though he finds this tradition more pleasing than strange.] ...I have seen the decorations, the feasting, and the seed of the gods hangs in the hallway. I have seen your ceremony and heard your song.

So, what do you intend to sacrifice?

[And now his agenda emerges, because in the early years, before monotheism began to take hold back in his home, a certain amount of respect was paid to certain geographical sites. Certain trees. Certain mounds. A certain river which fed into a certain moat... Meaning that sometimes when there was a sacrifice...]

What do you intend to sacrifice, and will I be getting any?

Comments

[judex]

A politician.

[ He makes that word sound a lot like barbarian, too. ]

[wontturntofoam]

What is a politician?

[Starting to believe that you're making up these words.]

[judex]

[ If he'd known what he was dealing with, he might have made up words to be mean. Instead have a very long, confused, and slightly judgmental pause. ]

The people who make decisions about laws and—everything.

[wontturntofoam]

[He pauses, then. Allows his eyes to turn misty and disapproving.]

Like Kings.

[judex]

Yes. A whole hall full of kings.

[ He looks disapproving, too, but less misty, more focused on Shrieky. ]

Are you a king? [ Obviously not. He's trying to make a point. ]