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[A big, dark eyeball stares at you before pulling back, Colonel the hen pecking about the edge of the tablet before her brown feathers brush against it as she turns to go poke around the rest of the counter.]
Pictographs work, right? Do Agrii understand when things get crossed out? -things you never thought about until you're trying to write rules and remember these guys don't have a written language.
[Cayde is seated at the end of the bar, pencil in hand as he puts some lines on the sheet before him. He drums his fingers, scowling a bit.]
"No fire in the bar" - is that even a regular rule? Huh. Or was it just no smoking?
Hmm....should I add something about the fish tank? ...eh.
[He shrugs and resumes tapping the pencil against his chin.]
Pictographs work, right? Do Agrii understand when things get crossed out? -things you never thought about until you're trying to write rules and remember these guys don't have a written language.
[Cayde is seated at the end of the bar, pencil in hand as he puts some lines on the sheet before him. He drums his fingers, scowling a bit.]
"No fire in the bar" - is that even a regular rule? Huh. Or was it just no smoking?
Hmm....should I add something about the fish tank? ...eh.
[He shrugs and resumes tapping the pencil against his chin.]
