Skellaron: Why the interest in the Nachtmarkt?
Lemrin: Frain’s getting low on reagents.
Lemrin: So we’re paying a visit tonight for a supply run.
Skellaron: Huh. Rather you than me.
Skellaron: That place is like the nexus of random encounters.
Lemrin: Come on, it’s not that bad.
Skellaron: Oh yes, it is.
Skellaron: Last time I visited the Nachtmarkt I ran into three different exes, one of which was on a date with a time-displaced version of my younger self.
Skellaron: I guess technically that one didn’t actually count as an ex…
Lemrin: Frain and I will be in and out as quickly as possible. I’m sure it’s going to be fine.
Skellaron: Are you trying to convince me or yourself?
Lemrin: Both would be preferable.
Skellaron: Hmm. Well, good luck, I guess.
Lemrin: Thanks.
Skellaron: How’s the lasagne today, anyway?
Lemrin: Not bad. How are the pickled souls?
Skellaron: Eh.
Skellaron: Not enough vinegar.
Soul: help meeee…