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[afoolsgold]

[The Fool has, at last, discovered a good reason to make use of this particular aspect of Aifaran technology. Included in this particular post is a photograph of several pieces of woodwork, ostensibly carved by the Fool's own hand. It is accompanied by an offer.]

Hello, dear friends--and dear acquaintances.

I should think it goes without saying that we Dreamfolk left much of ourselves behind us in our old worlds when we arrived in Konryu. For some I imagine that is a blessing, and a curse for others--and for others still, like so often is the case, the feelings are more complicated than that.

It is with this thought in mind that I would like to extend to each of you a kindness: a small, wood-carved token of remembrance, representing the world that you came from, or something of that world that you cherish.

If this offer is of interest to you, please either respond here, or seek me out at my apartment above Die Rosa Tulpe.

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[afoolsgold]

[The Fool settles back into his seat across from Bastien and tucks the bottle of wine out of sight, lest he invite irritation from Klaus by drinking something other than the cafe's drinks on order.] I do, in point of fact, [he replies lightly, still smiling, and nods into the cafe.] If you have time, you'll see some of my work on display on the far wall there. Klaus has been kind enough to lend me some space in his shop.

[The compliments to his craftsmanship bring a glimmer of pride to his eyes, and he looks from the little carvings on display back to Bastien again.] You mentioned something about a little ship? [he reminds him, inquisitive.] Is that what you wish for me to carve for you?

[shivvymetimbers]

[Unlike this humble artist, Bastien lacks scruples and common sense on a good day. He takes out a small silver flask from his coat pocket and drinks. Best to believe it's wine. Bastien is a shameless drunk.]

I'll be sure to browse before leaving. Unlike most pir--I mean "sailors", I appreciate talents of all kinds. [He confesses after putting the flask away. He's pleasantly buzzed now.]

Oui, oui! I want a nice carving me old ship. A memento, as you would say. [Bastien explains with a faint sigh.] You see, I lost her just a few days ago. Lost her out at sea during a bloody battle that took the lives of most of my crew.

[It's tough for him to talk about this when the memory is still so fresh. Bastien can almost still smell the smoke and fire. Hell, he can still hear the cries of his men as they were burned alive. It's a gruesome memory.]

I want somethin' to remember them by. I want...to honour them.