"Since you so desire to speak with me. Speak, Mr. Culture."
The world returned to its normal functioning, and I returned to a state where I had learnt to observe my surroundings, just a tad bit more.
"He's a fool. Buffoon."
"Who? That blue haired guy? Elizabeth's son right?"
"Didn't we all see that he was talking to the Great Sire, the Noble Calvin himself."
"I heard he raped his sister with his father."
"Yes, that's why her mother killed him."
"Who? The Hero or Elizabeth's son?"
"Either way, the Church is a fool too. For our heifers be plentiful.."
"People don't speak in one place, Sir Culture. They can listen from multiple places. For magic is our bread and butter." Eleanor collectively made me listen to the particular gossip around me.
