first deal [voice]

[trulybecomedust]

They say that our worlds are destroyed, but what of other people? Is it possible that others from our world are brought here?

[He pauses for a short moment, like he's trying to think of how exactly to say this.]

I ask because I am looking for my son Baelfire. He may be going by another name, he may not. He appears to be in his thirties with short graying brown hair. I'm not sure if he's able to here, but when I last saw him, he was wearing a scarf.

If you've seen anyone like that, even if Baelfire isn't his name, please let me know.

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[wegotlucky]

Yeah, but a scarf? You know it's May, right?

What kind of guy would wear a scarf in May?

[This guy. That's who.]

[trulybecomedust]

[Neal, you have no fashion sense. Because seriously, a scarf?]

I'm afraid I don't know the answer to your question.

Now, if you're not going to be of any assistance, I will find somebody else to speak to.

[wegotlucky]

Abandoning the conversation just like that?

[trulybecomedust]

[Way to be obvious, Neal. A+ anoning there.]

No, of course not.

[wegotlucky]

[Let's ignore that slip up, okay?]

It's not like you're alone.

Lots of people come here and find there's no one from home.

[trulybecomedust]

[No, we're not ignoring that, Neal.]

If my son isn't here, then it doesn't matter whether I'm alone or not. I have spent a very long time searching for him and if this search was for naught, I wouldn't have minded dying along with the world.

[wegotlucky]

[Gold, what.]

Woah, woah woah.

Settle down, okay? Just go for a walk or something.

[trulybecomedust]

[Don't "Gold, what" me. You know exactly what's up.]

I doubt that would help like you believe it would.

[wegotlucky]

There's a forest on floor 32. It's fine during the day, go cool off there.