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*Insurance agent catches chouta* So... How about that discount? We were thinking of lowering your rates by 15%.

Moni gasped, eyes focusing. "Thanks." She stood upright. "Yeah. Is X dead?"

Moni appeared to be suffering from the effects of being in close proximity to a large number of withergeists. Which was odd, as she was standing right in front of the mime, and the Witherlord was nowhere near.

Moni winced slightly. "I don't... think so. I feel... strange."

Um, so anyways... I've been thinking about the safety guidelines. I'd say we need a 'no challenging full Radiants to duels unless absolutely necessary' rule. Mraize's group has lost over twenty members in the past year.

Someone else leaned down and pet the Quarkbeast. "You know, I still haven't figure out what kind of food you like best, but I'm not going to stop trying. How bought you don't eat my leg till I do, kay?"

Moni nodded slowly, then stumbled. "That's... interesting." She wavered, leaning against a wall for support. "I'm sorry," She said faintly, "I don't really... feel very well." Someone else smiled at his grandson. "Thank you. I'm afraid this story is coming to an end, however. As all stories must. You see, I didn't spend all that time making the best leg in the entire world just so I could get back into field work. And making that leg wasn't my only secret." His smile turned a little melancholy. "Not by a long shot. And at the end of that year, the time came to tell them about it." -- Someone else walked into the room, new leg finally complete. "I'm afraid I've been keeping a few secrets from you. And no, I'm not talking about the leg. I know you knew about that the whole time." He sighed. "I'm leaving." Before any of them could respond, he continued. "It's been a fun two years, but I'm afraid I can't stay any longer. Don't try to follow me. You won't be able to. I know how you work, and I know how your informants work." He snorted. "I've practically run the network this past year."

Someone else nodded to Nowhere as he put breakfast on the table. "I'll just be in my office, working on getting through those reports from Anything." He walked a bit unsteadily to his office, still not entirely used to his peg leg, before closing the door and sitting down at his desk. A quick flip through his hacked security cam feed to make sure no one was coming, and he opened up the secret compartment in his desk, pulling out a blinking spanreed and hitting the button that opened the compartment in the ceiling. A partially-finished prosthetic leg was lowered down to onto the desk. He set up the spanreed and started writing. "I've finished the internal structure necessary to fix the leg onto my spiritual aspect and allow me to control it, but I haven't managed to find any spren willing to manifest properly. But I have found an alternative." Someone else glanced at the camera feed again to be sure no one was coming, then pulled out a shard of Narrativium. "Something that might work even better." -- Someone else sat back down with a grin on his face. "I spent the better part of a year working on my leg in secret, working with the best artifabrians around, gathering supplies from Nowhere's informants and agents. At the end of it, I had this baby right here." He slapped his right leg, glowing with stormlight. "Well, with this thing, I could walk normally again. And more." He chuckled. "Nowhere wasn't too happy when he found out what I'd been doing behind his back, of course."

*Pats on the shoulder* Don't worry. Thaidakar's not that angry with you. He just likes keeping secrets. He'll cool down, I promise.

Oh, didn't I tell you? I recruited another sleepless.

You didn't have to post. You could have told people you lost in some other way.

Don't worry, I was already going to have one of the sleepless bug him.

Aw come on man, why'd you have to post here?

Great. So anyways, I was thinking we try putting Levi in charge of HR. Just on probation, I'll watch him to make sure he does a good job.

What? Ki- *looks at insurance guys* How about we talk about this later?

Why? I thought he was security.

"Oh? Then what does it need to do?" "That's... interesting. What was-" Moni massaged her forehead. "What was in that piece of reality?"

Lift knows who we are, and who you are. I'd be surprised if your lunch hadn't already been stolen.

Hah! Take that @Thaidakar the Ghostblood! You'll never feel safe while eating your lunch ever again.

Nowhere yawned, waking up. He started walking to someone else's sickroom to check on him, but stopped. he could smell bacon cooking. He headed to the kitchen instead. -- "So that was the end of my days in the field. For a while at least. I'd say it was for the best, anyways. Turns out I was better at research than fighting."

*sighs* Did you at least make sure she knows that Thaidakar is the leader? Do what?

*Face pales* Wait, you're telling Lift about us?

He keeps telling jokes about how he joined up because owed some 'horneater princess' a pair of boots.

Same. On his way back, he saw Impossible, who had a gash in his leg, tending to someone else. "He had an arrow in his leg. Looks like it was poisoned." He looked up grimly. "I took it out, but if we don't get him to a doctor quick he's not going to make it."

We could, yeah. He might be a spy though. He still hasn't taken off that bridge 4 uniform.