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[adamantlyardent]

Not great.
Who knows, perhaps I’ll be doomed in exile here forever, never to know the ripple my work has caused out in that world. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

[borntobebard]

Sounds like the perfect get out clause to me.
Why was it such a travesty that your work got out the way it did? Was it forged poorly?

[adamantlyardent]

Worse. They were word for word my stories — stories not meant for popular consumption. It was humiliating.

[borntobebard]

Ah, many a private thought within.
But who you write your stories for, if not the general populous?

[adamantlyardent]

Myself. My dreams. The self in my dreams, better and wiser and braver in all ways.

[borntobebard]

Perhaps that self deserves to be out in the wild, seen by others.

[adamantlyardent]

Unfortunately, that ship has sailed. You can’t redo first impressions, right?

[borntobebard]

No, but you can use that to make the second impression all the better.
I can't say my first impressions are always as suave as I hope for.
I mean, I made you cry.

[adamantlyardent]

That’s more a testament of your tenacity than any general truth. We can’t all bounce back.

[borntobebard]

I believe we all can, some just need a little extra time. I suppose that ladder metaphor comes back into play.

[adamantlyardent]

You really are determined to make that happen, aren't you.

[borntobebard]

Hah! Well once I get my mind on something...
I think you're worth the time and effort. You have more value than you realise.

[adamantlyardent]

You really are a bard, both in practice and in spirit.

[borntobebard]

That might be one of the nicest things ever said to me.

[adamantlyardent]

I doubt it will remain so, if your aspirations of fame hold true. Lots of people in this world adore those of us stranded here simply because we're from other worlds. You've already got your foot in the door.

[borntobebard]

I know of fame. I'm quite the name in my own world; a writer of many of the greatest ballads, and a popular choice to entertain at royal affairs. But the adoration of the masses pales in comparison to a genuine word from a true friend.

[adamantlyardent]

You've only just met me, and already I'm labeled a true friend?

[borntobebard]

Well I'm rather lacking at the moment.
I'd say one meet and a textual conversation is grounds for close friend status.

[adamantlyardent]

Your standards are exceptionally lenient from where I'm standing.

[borntobebard]

Listen, it's either you or the bloke that wouldn't stop following me around Maurtia Falls the other day. I think he might be friend material, but then again he might've been waiting for the opportune moment to stab me and steal my lute. Hard to tell in that place.
But, if you think he'd make a better friend...

[adamantlyardent]

Your options leave much to be desired, I must say. Though I suppose I appreciate being the better of the two in this case...

[borntobebard]

Well, it was a close match between the two of you. I mean, what's a few stab wounds between friends?
But ultimately you seem the more creative, and understanding of my plight.

[adamantlyardent]

I hope "exercising a modicum of empathy" is the least of the qualifiers, but at least above "prone to stabbing" by a few levels.

[borntobebard]

You're not prone to stabbing too, are you? I'll have to redo my whole friendship system if you are.

[adamantlyardent]

No, I'm not the stabbing sort, you're fine.