My work is difficult, nowadays. Risky. He could see his way to 400, I'm sure? To support my work, so I can rescue the ideas of other geniuses.
[ Just the ideas, not the people themselves. Those aren't nearly as profitable to rescue from the flames. He writes something on the strange paper and the ink sinks in with the all too familiar smell of burning. The moths stop flying in and out of the wagon. He writes something more, and a horned man emerges. His gaze doesn't leave the floor as he approaches the stall, holding out a small bottle. ]
The last thoughts of a certain inventor. My assistant can put them to text for you, once the coin is mine.
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[ Just the ideas, not the people themselves. Those aren't nearly as profitable to rescue from the flames. He writes something on the strange paper and the ink sinks in with the all too familiar smell of burning. The moths stop flying in and out of the wagon. He writes something more, and a horned man emerges. His gaze doesn't leave the floor as he approaches the stall, holding out a small bottle. ]
The last thoughts of a certain inventor. My assistant can put them to text for you, once the coin is mine.