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[lingeringhope]

At the rate these monsters arrive, before long there will be too many of them for me to effectively keep them within the caves. As such, I would appreciate it if those of you who can fight would help out your fellows by venturing into the caves and killing a few monsters. Naturally, you would be rewarded for this.

Additionally, the state of the city itself is quite poor, and I am unable to waste energy on improving it. Anyone who might wish to assist on that point will find supplies in the shops for a period of time. Any help there will not go unrewarded either.

You do not have to participate, and I have no doubt that some of you will refuse to for petty reasons, but to those who do - you have my thanks.

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[lingeringhope]

My greetings, Lir.

Your message reached me well. Communication such as this is nearly instantaneous. I can tell you that you can and should hope, because it gives me power, and I would greatly appreciate it. Your help is appreciated as well - the creatures in the caves are not aware enough to be offended at being called monsters, and the unkindness of slaying them is balanced by the kindness of keeping your companions here safe, I believe.

I did not bring you here, so you do not need to thank me for that, although I confess it's a nice change.

[valiantabsurdity]

From Lir to good Hope:

Your words have also reached me, though the absence of working pigeons troubles the mind. Will the pigeons turn away from their virtues now? Will they be vagabonds? Errant? Will they seek and serve no purpose, forever wandering the world for meaning? Idle hands, idle feathers... please think of the pigeons. Surely, they think of you.

I have a kindness to ask, and I pray you've one to give, and that we might find peace together. The maid Maketh has spoken qualms about your character. If you might reassure her of your good nature and finest intentions and honour and righteousness, she might well sleep the better for it. And you, of course, knowing you have set a good lady's heart and mind at ease.

Still your grateful guest,

Lir

[lingeringhope]

It may ease your mind to know that there are no pigeons here. I am not entirely sure what a pigeon is, but from what you say it seems to be a bird. We have only jabberjays here at the moment. The pigeons are all likely at home, working hard.

I know that many here do not like me. I'm afraid I don't know what I can do to reassure them of my nature, besides what I am already doing. I provide food and clothing and safety, and for some that is not enough. You cannot force people's minds to change when they've settled on a belief. I am sorry Maketh's discontent is upsetting you.

[valiantabsurdity]

From Lir to good Hope:

Well met! You have the right of it. A pigeon is a bird of no particular merits, or breeding, or proportions. It accomplishes no feats of honour or terror. It is no more villainous than kind, no more frail than resilient, no more beautiful than plain. Its croak is not too obtrusive, nor soothing. It is, in short, the very best of birds by not being the very worst of birds, and it is oft agreeable to carrying letters. Or pecking at the paper with no shame or consequence.

Have no worry. I shall write the maid Maketh a long letter and reassure her that your cause is just, or at the very least not particularly ignoble. She will, I trust, find herself at ease no later than the thirteenth paragraph.

May fortune help you in your quest. And if it does not help, let it remember you.

Your guest, still grateful in departure,

Lir

[lingeringhope]

All of your help is appreciated. I have no doubt Maketh will find your words pleasant and convincing.

My thanks, for that and the information about pigeons. They sound very nice, I think.