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Thanks to risa. Take 150 words of fic, and run it through babelfish forwards and backwards (literally, ie. english to foo and foo to english).
The Meuchelmoerder, which you would send me, was nearly the death of me the first minute I it met. He did not explain to me over his talent.What's weirdest is the little islands of intellegibility. And that 'parneisval' vanaishes in the fourth paragraph. It's not made clearer by there being made up words in the original. For the record, parneisval is my fault, but wind-talk, while cool, is google's :)
They did not explain to me that you had to know.
No criticism was suggested, dear. Only facts. I had asked it to meet me in the central market in which I could evaluate it, before I him back to my manse escorted, the market was been in a sad condition for some months, since it had given the little parneisval this contact.
Means "outside from the city",
Food, fabric and other mundanities are still there, but magic individual parts of each possible use were up before long time torn, but most magi wind-talk still by up conditions to stallholders to keep occasional and hope, any drink to find, which they could do a contrive use for. There were some traces of tarchainpargnaia during the stables, which I could try, in order to seek out to their source down.
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