*Bing-Bong*
Alright, what the hell is going on?
|Pardon?|
This is like the fourth time in a row that you decided to switch perspectives like this, so I gotta know at this point, what the heck are you doing?
|Do you want the real answer or the enigmatic answer? Because they're the same thing.|
The hell?
|To put it bluntly, you'll figure it out soon.|
Great. Also, what is this vernacular you're having me read? I'm pretty sure some of these words haven't been used since the time Jane Austen was alive.
|To be fair, Pride and Prejudice is considered a classic.|
Wait, that book title doesn't get censored? Why?
|Nah, public domain.|
Ah.
*Bing-Bong*
"So this is a zako," Harriet said in amazement as she stared and lightly poked at the wooden humanoid that was acting as their group's porter. "I have to admit, I was expecting it-"
"Grunt," the zako interrupted in protest.
"Them?"
"Grunt," the zako interjected again.
"Him?"
"Hmm," the zako nodded at being addressed as "him.".
