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Out of curiousity, are there any white mages who are free today?

Just, you know, out of curiousity. My leg is killing me.

Did you get an operagram, too?

[singing operagram to Altair]
She's way too old to be wearing a dress that low cut. Her pitch is constantly off. After lengthy minutes of high wails, she hands over Wil's badly written message before she gets shot on Altairs' front porch. "Fireworks. 11 nightly. One-Eye Harold wherely put 2 i's on yas."


[dancing beargram to Ari]
The man in the sweaty bear costume strolls through the theater with a bunch of balloons. His jig is good-intentioned, but lackluster. He coughs inside his suit and hands Ari a moist note with a picture of fireworks and a time. A drunk fish lazes in the corner. His favorite bar.

[verbal message to Stone]
Meet 11 durin the festival fireworks. Better coins than purses got. South mud Entrance.