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[brosif]

[The orb comes up, and Sif is surrounded by a small but dedicated throng of villagers. All of whom are waving pieces of paper about. Her hair is disheveled, and as she brings a hand up to tug on her necklace there is a very audible crack as her elbow connects with the nose of a young maiden. It is accidental, but satisfying.]

What in all the worlds has gotten into the townspeople, this day? My autograph has been requested more times this morning than in the past month.

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[consultmybooks]

[His life is suckish, is what it is.]

Not many, I'm fairly certain of that. I'd say the percentage that can do both is, um, negligible.

[...] Which means that, um, particularly susceptible to an official enough sounding rumor. If someone spread the word that our signatures can bind us into...something...do you really think they'd know the difference? Honestly, um, in the marketplace, sometimes a signature is as good as an I.O.U.

Look at the rumors they believe about us, um, on a daily basis.

[He is not Helios' secret lover, god dammit.]

[brosif]

I would strongly prefer not.

[She is not the lady meat in a Thor and Loki sammich :|]

A place to start looking, then, may be the town square. But I hold no keen desire to return to that place.

[consultmybooks]

Well, provided whatever magic is in this thing doesn't give out again... [Giles gives the hem of the cloak currently resting innocently beside him an irritable tug.] I can stop by and see if anything new has been posted.

I can't guarantee I'll be able to mind my manners if I find the one responsible, of course.