[Salone]

Eduardo looked taken aback, confused at Tsaerri's sudden outburst.

"Hwhy hwould I have been killed? They were simply a roving band of highway philosophers. I have encountered their ilk before. They all ask the same question. It's rather odd. I think I've gotten it right this time however."

He beamed, looking quite proud of himself before he noticed his bag of gold at her feet.

"That's erm...their payment, you know. They always request it."

And what does Dan think about all this?

Dan stared slack jawed at the large bag of gold. While he could quite clearly figure out what a "highway philosopher" was, he was confounded how the Sylvari had survived this long in life if he was just doling out fat sacks of cash to everyone who asked for it.

Oh no you don't. You're insane Dan, but you're not stupid. Don't even try it.

Dan cleared his throat, piping up.

"I, um, I could philosophicosalize. Judge people, before they judge you."

The voice inside his head groaned. Dan instantly regretted it.

Ed? How do you feel about that, erm...now is that really philosophy?


Eduardo frowned, his brain trying to photosynthesize the words in to some sort of useful communication for his brain. And then he failed.

"Um, no. No I think not. I apologize Dan, but I ahward you no philosophy, and your underhanded attempts to take advantage of my wealth is noted. You are not the of philosophers I am accustomed to."