Then I felt something, a kind of… hole in the connection that I was feeling. I was ecstatic because I knew exactly what this was! The dungeon was requesting information from me, and I was almost certain that it wanted the language I was using. Done and done. I sent over the information happily and waited a few moments as the dungeon digested the information and translated its own thoughts for me. <This… language is… inaccurate. It leaves… much to interpretation and context. An unparagoned sesquipedalian as myself prefers the accoutrements of language acumen which facilitates non-anomalistic
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