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the man, once boy is out of earshot and line of sight, slowly turns his head to the audience with a queer grin on. takes some time to inspect the audience

man: was i too harsh on him? hm? why? do you sunder line elixir? ha! a fine traction you'd make. and what of him?

becons to old man on ground with cane

what would he say of small snails sounding off to grab a spot on the next vessel? (without breaking expression yet a bit taken aback) yes. i suppose he would

more concerned, he slowly approaches the old man. gets down on one knee. adjusts coat. begins to waft old man's smell as if sniffing toxic chemicals. shoots a glance at the audience

best to keep your distance

pulls out a small black bound spell book. begins paging through it for the proper spell

let's see here...mare, quiet, flips and whispers, shallots, maldi- ah! here it is. clamour. yes. hmm. let's see...(reviewing spell)...one wash, turned flash, no cluster, hep, hopped, hope for it.

(reads on under his breath) glesper dost osscil hossen fresher hessish shessher frassher lesstin nostril got a gost cost a fur for it

briefly turns page to look and see if there's more. there isn't. flips back

right.

turns to audience and shrugs like "here goes nothing"