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You say, 'Hail, a naive iksar'
A naive iksar says, 'Oh, woe is me, traveler. Do you know what it's like to feel true burning love and passion in your heart yet be unable to grasp it? Of course you do. You've had something you coveted snatched from you by the fates! But instead of tabards, or greaves, or weapons, the fates conspire to keep my [true love] away from me!'
You say, 'Who is your true love?'
A naive iksar says, 'Yes! Oh woe is me. Woe woe woe woe woe! Tell me, have you seen Discuit around? I love him more than air itself, but my father doesn't approve of his doting. My [father] thinks him a playboy but I know in my heart of hearts that he loves me, and I love him!'
You say, 'Tell me more about your father.'
A naive iksar says, 'Father spends all his days at the Lake of Ill Omen, fishing and being a grump. What does he know about love? Does he even understand what love is? Ever since my dear mother passed on, he has been secluded and refuses to see anyone else's side of any arguments. The thrice damned fool refuses to see my side of the story and just says 'this is not for debate' whenever I profess my love for dear Discuit! If only I could reach him somehow. If only someone like you would speak with him and try to convince him to see the error of his ways and to give Discuit a chance! Please, traveler, I can only languish for so long before I lose hope!'