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"Well...as a matter of fact, I am a foreigner. That's not a crime, is it?"
The watchman folds his arms and eyes me suspiciously. "So, where are you from, then? You're obviously not an Artazian. Barella? Northland? The Cerulean Empire?" I sigh, wishing I had studied those maps in Castle Freydair a little more closely. Even had I done so, I doubt I could claim to be from any of those places the watchman just mentioned, since he undoubtebly knows more about them than I. "None of those lands, sir. I come from a land that is... very far off. I doubt you would have heard of it." "Try me." He says seriously. The drunk can't hide his amusement at my plight. Well, honesty is the best policy, and I get the feeling that he's trying judge the truthfulness of my answers. "Well, if you must know, I'm from Rhode Island." "Road...Island? Indeed, I have never heard of nor seen this country on any map." "Like I said, It's quite a long way off." Farther than you'll ever realize, I add mentally. He stands contemplating for a moment, then turns to the drunk. "I don't believe this woman is lying." The drunk opens his mouth to protest, but the watchman continues "And if she was, and your story was true, YOU would be in just as much trouble as she." That gets the drunk's attention. "Are you sure you want to continue to press these allegations?" Silence is the drunken man's only reply. The watchman smirks. "I thought not. Now, make yourself scarce. If I catch you making trouble about these parts again, It'll be a night in the cells for you." The drunk mutters something incomprehensible, then slinks off into the darkness. The man then turns back to face me, and says:
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11/1/2006 12:10:36 PM
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