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[His hands have only ever been good for two things - working the earth, and putting bodies in it. He smiles a bit, brief.]

If my opinion changes, I will let you know.

[It's not a dismissal, it's an honest and genuine statement. Alke couldn't lie if his life depended on it - and it has, on several ill-fated occasions.]

My village is called Vaiqa. Province of Vahlo, country of Sal Amast, planet of Danye.

[It's an oddly formal string of quantifiers, it smacks of something cultural.]

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[If your hands aren't good for what you want them to be good for, in Cinan's opinion, there is always a device that can be used to do it instead. But you can only give someone the tech, you can't make them use it.]

Alright. The offer stays open.

[Cinan offers him a bright smile that's just as honest and genuine as Alke's reassurances that he'll let Cinan know if he needs to change it. At that long list of place names, Cinan cocks his head a bit.]

Huh. I haven't heard of it. This whole alternate universe thing must be the real deal.