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"One would think," said Greenie, "you Noggins would believe in the story after that ugly thing killed Lommy, eh?" She made a pause, during which she stared at the pieces on the chessboard. "It's a bit like a game of chess, you know - you kill or get killed. Except - wait - in a game of chess, you know who you need to kill. Drat, the metaphor didn't quite work."
She scanned the room and decided that not much of interest was going on - Agan flirting with Form (though that, Greenie admitted to herself, was interesting in a way) and Gwath sort of around too and Nog trying to provoke discussion.
"Well then," she said, "seems like we're in a bit of trouble." And continued, muttering to herself, "Maybe I should just have stayed in those London underground music cycles after all..."
Greenie sank back into her chair and began toying with the chess pieces.
EDIT: x-ed with Agannnnn
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"But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."
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