>>5968402"Certainly. I was a different person then."
>>5968446>>5968525>AN EXCERPT FROM THE DILIGENT NOTE-TAKING OF CORRESPONDENT #314, UNOFFICIALLY AND QUESTIONABLY KNOWN AS "RICHARD," AFTER HIS ENTRANCE INTO AN INTERDIMENSIONAL "HUSBANDO TOURNAMENT""...I fear the previous questionnaire was insufficient; or, more accurately, it has inspired my 'compatriots' to ask their own frivolous (or else invasive) questions of one another. They appear to think this is all in great fun, and not an activity deliberately seeded to draw personal information out of us. This, or they are more cunning than anticipated, and they truly are filing away the answers to these questions for later use. It is too early to determine. For now, to overtly withdraw myself could be dangerous. It never pays to make oneself the center of attention, particularly when some of the females appear to hew closer to the WYRM than they do to me.
In any case, many of these questions appear---for now---harmless. I will smile when I give the answers and I will nod or laugh cordially when I hear the answers of others. How tight the chains of socializing pull. Here."
>What tool do you prefer for the occult? A wand? A staff?"I do not practice the occult. I am not a magician and I am not a walker of the Road. These are human obsessions. Consequently I'm certain Charlotte would like it very much if I used a wand or staff, particularly if I made sparkles come out of it. I prefer my bare hands."
>Cockles - how do you like to have them?"I have never eaten cockles and likely never will. If this is meant to be an innuendo, I have no interest in hearing about human sexual relations. I find the whole idea rather grotesque."
>Can they dance?"I have never tried, but I would imagine he knew how to waltz."
>What is your favourite drink?"Snakes do not and cannot drink. When I am not a snake, I find that a glass of wine quells the considerable demands placed on me. If wine can't suffice, bourbon quells them faster. Possibly too fast. I make unwise decisions, inebriated."
>What is the food of your home culture?"Bad coffee. Saline drips."
>What was the toughest lesson you had to learn the hard way, and what did it cost you?"I cannot answer this. I apologize, but this is not something I can afford to tell you or anybody else. I can't have it leak back to Charlotte. If I must, I will tell you that it cost me everything I had in the world, but primarily myself."
>In the end, do you really think what we call "good" triumphs over 'evil'?""Those words are constructions invented for storybooks. There is no Law called [GOOD.] There is no Law called [EVIL.] The WYRM does not generate them, does not enforce them, does not, as far as I'm aware, have any opinion on them. If the haemic gods ever did, they are dead. But Charlie is insistent on them all the same, so I have formed an opinion of sorts. Which is: we are all Good. There is no Evil."
