Dragons.

I am rather partial to dragons... those of the wild variety, of course. However, I cannot say that I am partial to the way some of you humans are attempting to claim them as pets.

That is very unwise of you... They are brilliant, you see, their instinct and intelligence surpassing that of the average being. Highly adaptable. Of course... so long as you can pamper your mythological beasts, I doubt very many of you will care.

We'll see if that's how you think when you lose a hand. Or a leg.

Or the better part of your lower torso.


( Private to the Gods )


Also... I recently heard someone mention a specific game that could be the cause of these mythical giants appearing. Dungeons and Dragons. I carry such a game within my store... if that person is interested in playing.

If you do not know the way... I am certain Jenny Thornton will be happy to guide you.

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Do you like romance? Upon our doorstep, your knight in shining armor awaits.
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Does anyone like the sound of a game store? Certainly... we could all use some form of entertainment less uncivilized around here, don't you agree?


( Private to Gods.Unhackable )

...This place reminds me of her world. Her world, if it had been touched by my own. A halfway place, perhaps?

I can't see why it really matters. They erased my name. No. They carved it from the runestave. I should be... what? Dead. Gone. In the dream, Jenny would say. But I am not. I am here.

Where is here? It is not the Shadow World. And the magic of the runes does not seem to apply here. Is this the place where undone Shadow Men are sent? I was unaware that there was yet an existence after death for us. Am I alone here? If it is a graveyard for the theoretical souls of my kind, then it seems logical that there must be others. But I sense... none of my kind. I sense...

Humans.

Could Jenny possibly be here? She couldn't have struggled against my ancestors to get a hold of the runestave and remake me, could she have? Jenny Thornton might be a little headstrong, but certainly she isn't stupid. She would not do something so foolish. I would not want her to.

...Or would I?