Warden Une/Conversations

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[ Warden Une ]

Moon and Sun, (player's formaladdressterm). You walk the Yd Freehold and are welcome if peaceful.

Is there aught you need from Une? Need you defending, or cybernetic wares, or are you here for the hurdy-gurdy?

Cybernetics

[ Warden Une ]

I did, and I do.

Are you in the market?

Source

[ Warden Une ]

I found them, here and there.

Are you interested, or merely fatally curious?

Whomst

[ Warden Une ]

I am called Une. "Warden" Une, when someone needs to wear authority for outsiders.

And you? What's your name?

Whomst2

[ Warden Une ]

Lovely to meet you, =name=.

Now. Need a question answered, a tune played, a body upgraded?

Snub

[ Warden Une ]

*Warden Une tilts their head and purses their lips*

Very well. Need you aught, O Nameless One?

Freehold

[ Warden Une ]

Oh, I am hardly an unbiased observer, I'm afraid -- the Freehold is the only welcoming home I could ever have imagined for myself, and my home before was worse than most. I feel a freedom and responsibility here that I would know nowhere else. That no one else could ever know at all.

But bias aside, you can see for yourself that we are a collective thriving without hierarchy. I'm rightly proud to defend that.

Gurdy

[ Warden Une ]

An old, old, old, old music machine.

Well, I suppose this one is not so old. This one I commissioned from a wandering artisan whose life I saved. A story for another time. Surely you've business.

Dying

[ Warden Une ]

Oh, so it called to you, a fellow dying animal?

Dying2

[ Warden Une ]

You are a dying animal. So am I. We are all dying animals, scrabbling for what extra scraps of time we can grasp. Even the eons-old. We are each and every one of us a dying animal. Or plant. We all decay, is the point.

And the hurdy-gurdy doesn't like how you sound either, for what it is worth.

Dying3

[ Warden Une ]

Is this how you always visit settlements?

No. Do not answer. Is there aught you need?

Glowing

[ Warden Une ]

Of course my eyes do not glow. You see the glint of my mask's optics.

Shield

[ Warden Une ]

If it were a Templar's Aegis, it would bear the holy rhombus.

No knight would be caught dead carrying this blank slate.

Ignore

[ Warden Une ]

*one long, luminous stare*

I think it best if we kept to more practical questions.

Sorry

[ Warden Une ]

I am not wroth with you, but I owe you no conclusions so easily grasped.

All the same, consider yourself forgiven if you wish. Sit and listen to my hurdy-gurdy and we shall be friends.

1) Very well. [End]

Pushing

[ Warden Une ]

I ken not why you thirst for truths not yours to consume. If I refuse, will you wrench them from my mouth as I wrench teeth from yours? What does that gain you?

Sit down, fool. Listen to music and calm yourself.

1) ... [End]

Listen

[ Warden Une ]

Then you are welcome. Make comfort as you need and I will play.

1) ... [End]