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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*Garion wanders in from Circus tryouts and sits down at the bar for some dinner and a drink. He looks around hoping for a familiar face or two*

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he blinks at Charlie*

Well...not really. Usually, an Arend is an Arend and a Sendar is a Sendar.

*he looks mildly sour*

And a Murgo is a Murgo.

*he looks to Charlie*

The gods of each people are different and they like different things.

*he shrugs*

And obviously people are people but...some things are pretty consistant.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I suppose there is national identity . . . but take me, for example. On my world, the English are considered stiff and repressed. But would you consider me repressed?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

I don't think so.

[bloodyrockgod]

"So. Yeah. I don't put much stock in that sort of thing. Maybe there is a national identity kind of thing but it's a vast generalization."

He yawns.

"Sorry. Babbling on like that. I'm sorry."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*he shrugs*

That's all right. It happens.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Well, congratulations on your job. I think I'm going to go to bed. Be seeing you, Garion."