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[extramural]

Will you tell me of the Station? I have not been.

[digophelia]

It is neutral territory where members of both courts come if they want to stay out of the war. There's technology beyond my time and a good amount of supplies there. You don't peg me as the type to sleep, but they doo have comfortable beds.

[extramural]

I am considering visiting, if only to see this technology. I am more fond of magic, but I admit that the minds of those without it, what they can create, can be... interesting.

[ And yeah, no, he doesn't sleep. Or eat. Or much of anything, really -- he just trolls. ]

[digophelia]

You'll find plenty of interesting things there, especially anything they refer to "electronic". But if it's magic you want, you would find the elves interesting. They're a curious race... they have told me they're immortal, well over a thousand years old.

[extramural]

I have spoken to several elves. One called Maglor has promised to tell me stories when I wish.

[ He'd be giddy about it, if he were the sort to be giddy about anything. ]

[digophelia]

[ Maglor gets around, doesn't he? And not in that way. ]

He is a magnificent bard, yes. His father was here before; he took a liking to the station. As a matter of fact, he crafted strange things in the station. He's made a few objects speak back to you, even! He was there for such a short time and yet he managed to learn how some of those objects function.

[extramural]

[ well how do we know it's not in that way ]

He spoke a little of the sea. [ And it is for that reason, even above the offer of telling stories, that the Outsider is intrigued. ]

How can such objects speak?

[digophelia]

Oh, how I wish I knew! He was very intimidating fellow, nothing like his sons. I was told by his sons and relatives he was skilled in many crafts.

[extramural]

There was a scholar, back in the Empire -- a man named Anton Sokolov. Brilliant, the people called him, and for what he did it was true. But he was boring, predictable, and no matter how many times he called for me, I did not answer.

[ He thinks it would be different, here; if Sokolov were a stranger, like all the others, and he was still unable to predict things as accurately. ]

Even he could not make something made of metal and wires speak on its own.

[digophelia]

No, that would take a different type of man. Mister Fëanáro was a very peculiar man with a fire underneath him and he stood for no one's authority. Even I found him intimidating after a while.

[extramural]

I see. [ It's hard to tell just how he would feel about someone, without them actually being there. ]

You are seldom intimidated by others?

[digophelia]

No.

[ She speaks truthfully as Alice is not easily frightened beyond the scope of fire. ]

There is always something predictable underneath a facade. I am not afraid of monsters.

[extramural]

Monsters are far less dangerous than men. But you know that, do you not?

[ She is not so different than the young ladies orphaned by the plague, rejected and rejecting. ]

[digophelia]

[ Just like the cat, which makes it easier for her to be so casual about how horrific people can really be. ]

Unfortunately, all too well.

[extramural]

Should you need assistance with them, call. I may be able to help.