>"I don't know, Renko."
>Squeeze some more. God it's good to have that all over with. Pity about Koishi's timing, but...
>"What... WAS that, anyway?"
>"I have no idea. It's possible. ...I'm not sure it would be safe to use that for any other purpose, though, it there's still some of... whatever that was lingering in it."
> "Yeah, I bet it is the real stuff." "Looks like that one boss from that game I played."
> "Can I... sit down? I'm... tired..."
> Change this to "Can we...sit down? I'm...tired..."
Come on, people that aren't Mus, pay Renko a little attention here.
>You aren't sure, but more and more, you become convinced of it. "Well, I've been thinking," says Renko, "That money, it's gotta come from somewhere, right? I'm thinking, maybe we could melt it and get it turned into something to start us out with?"
>You squeeze on Renko some more. Mmmm. "What it was is a long story," says Patchouli. "Let us summarize by saying it was the creation of a magician who was shunned by the world for speaking out against the gods to try to undermine the faith of his society by inflicting tragedy upon it.
>"I don't think the grass will mind," says Renko.
>_