Under different circumstances, I think we could have been great friends.

[You might suspect this to be an accidental post. You might not be wrong. Isaak is sitting in a comfortable armchair, his device clearly recording from a table beside him. He's not looking at it; he's reading a book, while classical music plays rather loudly in the background.

After a time, he looks up-- not at the camera, merely away from his book, and says--]

The coming and going does become tiresome, after a time, doesn't it.

[And a moment after, without looking, reaches over to turn off the feed.]


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[Sitting outside a small cafe, Isaak looks fairly composed, all things considered, though his shirt's a tad rumpled. Calmly setting a small coffee cup on its saucer, he smiles briefly at the camera.]

Well, I've certainly seen what you all meant about these so-called curses. It must be dreadfully difficult to get anything done around here, if you're not a dairy farmer.

[He shifts, leaning back slightly in his seat.]

So.. I suppose I've made the best of worse situations, but I am accustomed to having more in the way of resources. Unfortunately, I wasn't given the opportunity to pack before this delightful abduction. Which means, for the first time in quite a long time, I'm looking for a job.

A city of this size must have something more interesting than waiting tables to offer. I've always found a certain satisfaction in making myself of use.

So, tell me: [here, he leans forward again, clasping his hands in front pf him, elbows on the table,] what do you need, my fellow captives?

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