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A large stall has been set up here in the Harbour Market, where the air is cheerfully heavy with the competing scents of fish, coffee, sea and cakes.  The cakes are losing.  The stall is fairly open, consisting of four poles supporting a canvas cover, and is filled with bits and pieces of second-hand furniture.
It is a hot secundus autumn's afternoon with a strong breeze and a beautifully clear sky.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest.
A steel grey moon dragon is perched on you, a scrawny mottled hen is ambling about and a content slave, a confused slave and a golden-muscled young man are standing here.
A greyed timber wardrobe is on the ground.
WoOdY gibbers madly at Jonny von Brassbridge and you.
A lanky grey moggy casually uses your head as a stepping stone in leaping from one stall roof to another.
(Two) Ghipp wisps: need more?
(Igame) Ghipp wisps: mis
Jonny von Brassbridge gasps in astonishment at WoOdY and you.
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The golden-muscled young man says to you in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Pseh Ohppodaytsign Tusu Abaups Nxa Ohxupoegovoiko Meaayozta Pseh Salegovex Nxa Iitau Gehrho Ahlrhongvoirho.  Pseh Salegovex Zeici Cyuya Ahehdukkaaye Okaytsign Meaayozta Abaupsrhon Piupsnusnquosign Oz Ohxukorhoqueukka.
The following items are for sale:
   A: a yellowish wooden chair for 1M S16|0de (two left).
   B: a white wooden chair for 1M S16|0de (two left).
   C: a reddish wooden chair for 1M S16|0de (three left).
   D: a heavy copper jug for S13|19de (four left).
   E: a greyed timber wardrobe for 5M S14|0de (two left).
   F: a greyed timber table for 2M S18|76de (three left).
   G: a greyed timber chair for 1M S29|19de (one left).
   H: a brown-painted wooden bench for 5M S33|76de (one left).
   I: a blue-grey wooden chair for 1M S16|0de (two left).
   J: an apple-wood bed for 5M S47|0de (two left).
(Two) Tauriel wisps: Nah, I'll find it
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Blessed Father Baralai Kasura the Trusted Son of Pishe,  TAXI ALWAYS ON RES 350
Brother UpYaGet the Loyal Son of Pishe, Lord of Light, Res:346, Taxi:on, Gemmy's Mate (Idle: 2)
------> There are two members of this group of people on the Discworld. <-----
WoOdY asks Jonny von Brassbridge and you: Or does Chuck Norris not gibber madly?
The scrawny mottled hen pecks at the street hopefully.
tell jonny,woody dont ask me :D
You tell WoOdY and Jonny von Brassbridge: dont ask me :D
[Snuff enters Discworld]
[Namno enters Discworld]
Jonny von Brassbridge tells WoOdY and you: Woody does what woody wants, cause if woody wants it, then the thing being wanted just sas yes
A charismatic young street urchin leans down from the roof of a stall and extracts a half squid, before darting away over the roofs with a cheeky grin at you.  Oddly enough, he seems to be accompanied by a small brown monkey in a bucket hat.
A corrupt official arrives from the southeast.
WoOdY tells Jonny von Brassbridge and you: What would Bri-boy Tonto do? :)
The golden-muscled young man stretches languidly.  Perfect muscles bulge.
The scrawny mottled hen flaps her wings twice.
The scrawny mottled hen flutters about.
The scrawny mottled hen leaves northeast.
The golden-muscled young man says to you in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Ehahcoayehtauayglam.  Buhta Ehahcoayehtauayglam.
The golden-muscled young man winks at you.
one is there a furniture haul service?
The steel grey moon dragon fluffs up her ruff and shrinks her chin down against her chest.
You whisper into the Thieves' Guild Licence.
(One) Lina wisps: is there a furniture haul service?
The content slave asks in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Yaios Zhiupslamdelt Omictau Uz Geh Mea Ahmzah Eeteln Aylgiayugia;
(One) Ghipp wisps: if not, you should idea that
A weary labourer arrives from the west.
(One) WoOdY wisps: What you got to haul?
[Fogel enters Discworld]
(One) Ghipp wisps: "ewe-haul" sheep movers
Hundreds of pungent and not equally pleasant smells clamour for your nose's attention, just as the stall owners clamour for that of your eyes.
one i dont want to drag a wardrobe from ephebe all the way to AM
You whisper into the Thieves' Guild Licence.
(One) Lina wisps: i dont want to drag a wardrobe from ephebe all the way to AM
An elderly silversmith arrives from the northwest.
The golden-muscled young man says to the elderly silversmith in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Ga, Tususign Nyuegote Mea Quotau Osphi... Tikeecyu... Abaupsxa Ngtau Psehoa, Rerho.
The golden-muscled young man winks at the elderly silversmith.
(One) Ghipp wisps: cloud?
one nah, even a bat could not lift it
You whisper into the Thieves' Guild Licence.
(One) Lina wisps: nah, even a bat could not lift it
(One) WoOdY wisps: Oh my good lord Jebus!
The corrupt official paces back and forth heavily.
The content slave beams brightly.
[Salustra enters Discworld]
one also, i cant fnp..
You whisper into the Thieves' Guild Licence.
(One) Lina wisps: also, i cant fnp..
The weary labourer leaves east.
(One) WoOdY wisps: Could I fnp if I understood what that is?
The corrupt official leaves south.
one maybe :D
The elderly silversmith leaves east.
You whisper into the Thieves' Guild Licence.
(One) Lina wisps: maybe :D
(One) Ghipp wisps: fnp is the cloud spell
A seagull swoops overhead, cackling madly.
(One) WoOdY wisps: Oh. That's a no then :)
The confused slave exclaims in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Osehoh... Tuegosign Ohxupslamdelt Geh Wokdeagcyu Ahlrhon Pseh Ahku Eeooiayttau!  Ayllaymeameiehzkalmealeicisign Zeici Geh Maiosupsdelt Osphi Ei!
The confused slave beams brightly.
Ghipp tells you: i could su and try it, but i'd need to gather materials
A weary labourer arrives from the east.
tell ghipp nah, its ok, ill figure something out
You tell Ghipp: nah, its ok, ill figure something out
A youthful silversmith arrives from the south.
A tattooed sailor examines a slice of ham in the nearest stall and looks thoughtful.
[Isolde enters Discworld]
The youthful silversmith asks in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Pisaitau... Ciosboho Ahlrhon Mea Kaykupin Ehahaye;
WoOdY tells you: I totally wanna help, but how do  I do this? :)
The confused slave leaves east.
tell woody no idea.. still trying to figure it out..
You tell WoOdY: no idea.. still trying to figure it out..
[Sarasen enters Discworld]
The golden-muscled young man gazes salaciously at the weary labourer.
tell woody i tried 22str, 0 burden, still too heavy
You tell WoOdY: i tried 22str, 0 burden, still too heavy
[Sarasen leaves Discworld]
The golden-muscled young man says to the weary labourer in Ephebian with an Ephebian accent: Ga, Tususign Nyuegote Mea Quotau Osphi... Eecisuknai Socisig... Abaupsxa Ngtau Psehoa, Rerho.
The golden-muscled young man winks at the weary labourer.
[Bullman enters Discworld]
WoOdY asks you: How do I get to where you is?
Out from behind a nearby stall struts a scruffy patchy moggy, carrying something rotten and smelly with an air of proprietorial pride.
Ghipp tells you: it'll be fun? I'm looking for something to do anyway
tell woody im on the harbour market in ephebe xD
You tell WoOdY: im on the harbour market in ephebe xD
The youthful silversmith glances about, looking paranoid.
tell ghipp well, if you want, you can try :D
You tell Ghipp: well, if you want, you can try :D
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The weary labourer mutters something about poor pay under his breath.
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A large stall has been set up here in the Harbour Market, where the air is cheerfully heavy with the competing scents of fish, coffee, sea and cakes.  The cakes are losing.  The stall is fairly open, consisting of four poles supporting a canvas cover, and is filled with bits and pieces of second-hand furniture.
It is a hot secundus autumn's afternoon with a strong breeze and a beautifully clear sky.
There are eight obvious exits: north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest, southeast and southwest.
A steel grey moon dragon is perched on you and a youthful silversmith, a weary labourer, a content slave and a golden-muscled young man are standing here.
WoOdY tells you: Can you teleport to AM and then I portal like a mofo with you? :)