User:Gabriel Auditore/Sandbox3

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This is my tertiary sandbox, Delta-Three, currently occupied with the Interactive conversations project.

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Dobby

• Dobby: How do you do, Connor?
• Connor: I am alright. And you?
• Dobby: It's nice to be a part of something. Until now I was sort of drifting about the neighborhood getting irate when I saw things unjust. Sometimes I'd intervene, other times I would come here. Now I feel like all my energy is pointed at something.
• Connor: I am grateful to have your help. How did you come to be... you?
• Dobby: Ha! Funny question but I get your meaning. I was an orphan, pretty common around the ports with all the sailors and whores mucking about. I wanted to be out on my own so I did what I had to do. That's when I decided to pretend to be a boy. That worked for a time, until nature decided otherwise and it just became a bad joke. Folks around the borough still called me "Dobby" but the old codgers started leering and getting fresh. That's when I got tough. Took a good many shots to the face before I learned to defend myself properly but now I dare any man to come at me. They learn the price quick.

Another convo:

• Connor: Hello, Dobby.
• Dobby: Connor. You look well.
• Connor: I have been better.
• Dobby: Do you ever sleep? I really don't know how you do it.
• Connor: I try not to think about it.
• Dobby: A strong man, stronger than any I've ever met. How is it a man like you has no wife?
• Connor: I do not have the time to give a woman what she deserves. Perhaps when all this is over, I will be able to settle and have a family. I hope.
• Dobby: Of all the lecherous and deceitful men out there who are fathers you'd be a godsend. But I suppose that's how it is, the good ones are too busy for it and the louts have nothing better to do. In any case, if you ever think it's time, make sure I get the first crack!
• Connor: Hmm, I promise.