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i'm a wanderer, i have no place or time

i'm just drifting, i'm just drifting...

You've it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

"My name," said Locke Lamora, "is
Lukas Fehrwight."

The voice was clipped and precise, scrubbed of Locke's
natural inflections. He layered the hint of a harsh
Vadran accent atop a slight mangling of his native
Camorri dialect like a barkeep mixing liquors. "I am
wearing clothes that will be full of sweat in several
minutes. I am dumb enough to walk around Camorr without
a blade of any sort."

"Also," he said with a hint of ponderous regret,
"I am entirely fictional."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Master Fehrwight,"
said Calo, "but at least we've got your boat and your
horse ready for your grand excursion."

"My attendant will be along any moment," Locke/Fehrwight
said as he/they stepped aboard the barge. "His name is
and he too suffers from a slight case of being imaginary."

"Merciful gods," said Calo, "it must be catching."

-- i've just come off the road and i could use the company --
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The calendar, which should always be up to date.
Blue- class; red- work; purple- meetings; green- fun; teal- theatre.