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Brothel owner:  The brothel owner was bewildered as he watched them bicker. He heaved a sigh and then glanced behind at Simon, who was smiling wordlessly after soothing and sending away an utterly perplexed Clara. His placid gaze was on Tinasha, who noticed it and raised her eyebrows at him.
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Simon:  “I have heard that Your Majesty the Queen of Tuldarr is an exceptional and incomparable mage. Would you do me the honor of answering one question?” Simon said blandly.
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Tinasha:  “What is it?”
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Simon:  “Is it possible to use a curse song to kill a mass of people?”
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Tinasha:  Tinasha frowned; Oscar had asked her a similar question earlier. “It depends on the method, but it’s not possible to accomplish that directly. A curse song can incite people with latent hostility in their hearts to make war, but it would be exceedingly difficult for an ordinary singer to escalate that to mass murder.”
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Simon:  “I see,” was all Simon said in response.
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Oscar:  His arms still around Tinasha from behind, Oscar put in, “Why do you want to know?”
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Simon:  “Oh, I’ve just always been curious… Here I have Her Majesty right in front of me, and I’ll likely be put to death soon anyway, so I thought I’d satisfy my curiosity before it’s too late.”
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Oscar:  “Why were you interested in something like that?” Oscar pressed.
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Simon:  “My village was destroyed by a curse song,” Simon replied, prompting the king and queen to stare at him.
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Oscar:  “What do you mean?” Oscar said sharply.
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Simon:  Simon gave a wan smile. “I’m afraid this isn’t a very pleasant story, but since you asked…” He then launched into a tale of his village’s demise from three years prior. Simon’s village rested in a corner of Mensanne, a Great Nation east of Gandona, Farsas’s direct neighbor in that direction.