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The tally talk soon revealed its true purpose: Meho requires a reliable means of identifying rogues who have contributed nothing, while Blaedy seeks legal recognition for putting people to sleep. Summoneyy, wisely, intends to put the figures away before they begin accusing strangers in her head.
Arrowyy declared an update worthy of extensive licking. I declined his invitation on grounds of ordinary hygiene, whereupon he called me Dad and the others produced the Town Hall papers like a warrant. So there it is in ink: I have adopted Arrowyy, and he has already requested an allowance.
I offered room, board, and conditional non-disownment before supper. He looked wounded. This is how they get you: first a name on a form, then tears over wages for murloc work.