#nazirlof

Nazh: Yeah, remember when you told me, “there’s been no progress made on this planet for four thousand years, Nazirlof, you should go and get maps of this planet for me, Nazirlof!”? Well, I get there, and guess what happens?

The little bitch from Scadrial gets there and starts moving his little agents through the planet, now all of the sudden Yolen's Cuntiest is there thirsting over some local-

KHRISSALLA ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?

Khriss, not paying attention: hmm?

Nazh: Do we have a map of the southern continent on Scadrial? I have a theory I need to test.

Khriss: Look who volunteered to do his next job.

Nazh: No. I did not.

Khriss: You just offered to map the southern continent.

Nazh: So I assume that all of your other, very talented employees haven't done it yet.

Khriss: Yes, the very existing other employees.

Nazh: I don't exist, on any other planet than my own.

Khriss: well, that's great. Because I will assign you to map the southern continent wether you exist and wether you're a diced-up spren that was chucked into Emberdark.