Memoirs of a Morag Tong Assassin - Solstheim, Chapter Two: North as the Racer Flies Options

[Black Hand]

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[treydog]

Seth's vagueness as to why he chose not to say his "good-byes" is interesting- I suspect he is not certain himself.

And the tie-in to the interlude is perfect... as one mystery- the indentity of the hooded "woman" is revealed.

I stopped for a moment, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "You're just not used to...different personalities...he is joking Pene. Intentionally stating nonsense for laughter, with the intention of causing ease with people." I explained.

Pene looked at me oddly for a moment. "I see. So you mortals intentionally spout nonsense at one another to build social bridges?" She asked.

"It's not quite as insane when you actually develop a sense of humor." I said slightly frustrated.

"It's a 'sense' for nonsense?" Pene said mystified, following me as I boarded the ship.

Had to quote the whole thing- because it is just so perfect and had me laughing and happy to have set my tea aside.

And then- throughout the piece, there is the atmosphere. The fog that covers the area around Khuul- reflecting the existential fog in which Seth finds himself. And, even as he hopes to use the cover of that fog to his advantage, it also obscures his own vision. Or maybe- sometimes- a fog is just weather.