crystals | step one cut a hole in a box

[dissolving]

FORM: Crystals
SENDER: Cedric
RECIPIENT: Friends, Romans, countrymen
NOTES: Complaintiment box

Hey – 's Cedric.

Heard we used to have a box for, uh. Feedback. Set up a new one outside the Mediation office.

If there's aught been bugging you, can put it in there. Won't promise you the moons, but reckon we can at least talk it out. And if there's something gone good, or you seen someone really putting in the work, 's a fine place to say that too. I'll let folks know.

Won't read it for a bit. So if you got a pressing problem, talk to me direct.

Ah. Yeah. That’s all, thanks.

[ muffled: ]

How d'you even say Pizzicagnolo –

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[aberratic]

[ helpfully: ] Pizzicagnolo, the g makes the n fluid!

...or, I think it does. I'm pretty sure.

[altusimperius]

pits-ih-can-YOlo, yes.

[aberratic]

Oh good, I thought so! I was so confident until I said it.

[delven]

Feedback about what?

[bouchonne]

[ Ominously: ]

It begins again.

[dissolving]

Cag-gnollo, Cann...ollo...

[ fuck ]

'S Antivan, yeah?

[dissolving]

How 's going. Used t'just be complaints, I guess. Only, reckon that all would've been tents, in or out of 'em.

[dissolving]

Y'ever use the last one?

[delven]

I don't see why, it's been good tent weather. Better breeze than in a little room in a big stone tower.

So just complaints about anything to do with Riftwatch? What're you going to do with them?

[dissolving]

Build a new tower. Paper's breezy.

[ best of both worlds. anyway: ]

S'pose it depends what it is. If people got a disagreement, we'll work on a solution. If 's that they don't like the food? Might be tough luck. But feels better, sometimes, getting it out there.

[ without pissing off frederick ]

[cozen]

A man of the people. Wonderful.

[bouchonne]

Me? I never have complaints. I’m as easy as a pair of loafers.

[dissolving]

Of – what?

[ is this a fereldan thing ]

[dissolving]

Of th'boxes, anyway. Though I reckon your puzzles got the leg up on that, too – still working on three-down.

[bouchonne]

Shoes without laces. Have you never worn loafers?

[aberratic]

I think so! They have a lot of those fluid ns, and I haven't seen them elsewhere, anyway.

Your accent—I'm still learning, but it's Nevarran, I think? Did I get it right?

[delven]

Smelly ponds?

[dissolving]

Never met a pond that weren't.

[delven]

They haven't all got smelly names on the map though, have they?

[dissolving]

Slippers? Yeah, with th'robes, I guess.

[ dubious. who actually likes the robes. ]

[dissolving]

Quick study. Yeah, 'm from the Capital. Sound like anything you've got?

[delven]

[ who's frederick ]

That your job, now? Working on solutions?

[aberratic]

Reminds me a little of my father, actually. He had somewhere around a hundred years to perfect his surfacer accent, so it was barely there, but I suspect he'd have sounded something like you when he first came up from the Underdark. Maybe a bit more hissing and angry-sounding, but that's just Undercommon for you.

[dissolving]

[ wow it's like not everyone hassles the mysterious chef ]

Hope we're all working on solutions. 'S just my job to take notes.

[dissolving]

Guess I dunno what Nahashin means...

[ does it mean sulfur ]