[After long enough spent navigating city life both before and after being ripped from his home world, Liem has learned to keep a certain amount of discretion when it comes to the nonsense he encounters out amidst Springstar’s noise and bustle. An enterprising do-gooder is always on the lookout for opportunities to be useful, of course, but a city-dweller also knows when to mind his own business.
So when he spies an unfamiliar face making one of Springstar’s locals suddenly quite nervous about the book they’ve fobbed off on him, Liem just watches that shit go down.
His participation in the forum so far has been a little more on the austere side. He’s been spending his time wandering around the hall to talk to different people, being not especially tempted by the chairs set up to accommodate the various guests lounging around the venue, and the drink glass in his hand appears, upon closer in spection, to be full of water. The past few weeks have included enough unfortunate, impulse-driven incidents that, where drinks are concerned, he’s opted to just cut himself off.
Liem waits, sipping his water and regarding Anders through the tinted barrier of his lenses, until the local in question has extracted themself from that interaction, possibly to seek the services of a curse-lifting mystic. He makes no effort to pretend that he hasn’t just observed the entire exchange when he asks,]
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So when he spies an unfamiliar face making one of Springstar’s locals suddenly quite nervous about the book they’ve fobbed off on him, Liem just watches that shit go down.
His participation in the forum so far has been a little more on the austere side. He’s been spending his time wandering around the hall to talk to different people, being not especially tempted by the chairs set up to accommodate the various guests lounging around the venue, and the drink glass in his hand appears, upon closer in spection, to be full of water. The past few weeks have included enough unfortunate, impulse-driven incidents that, where drinks are concerned, he’s opted to just cut himself off.
Liem waits, sipping his water and regarding Anders through the tinted barrier of his lenses, until the local in question has extracted themself from that interaction, possibly to seek the services of a curse-lifting mystic. He makes no effort to pretend that he hasn’t just observed the entire exchange when he asks,]
So, what’s in the book?