affame_le_geant_pretense_theatre fyn gula no doubt saumboo was definately impressed with feignez the woodpecker's knowledge of proina. he listened to her careful, but melodic voice, as though he was under a spell of enchantment. the unsettling information concerning this god/monster had the undeniable power to bewitch him, slowly turning his suspicion into open-minded consideration. puppertwinkle was a nervous wreck. he crouched, bracing for proina's sudden appearance, his limbs trembling. his eyes darted back and forth with a paranoia bordering on hysteria. unbeknownst to saumboo and puppertwinkle, this is why proina sent feignez. her machiavellian ability earned her favour in the aerial esprit de corps and equipped her to do the god/monster's unscrupulous bidding. and so, the interview continued, but the space and time between questions grew larger and longer as feignez, with her masterful art of deception, strung the travelers along in her theatre of pretense. 020627 ... freakizh i thought you were not here anymore fyn gula. i used to like your blathes. 020627 ... synion i still do 020628 what's it to you? who go blather from