Durin (to a librarian): "We need to speak to your boss, can you get him for us?"
The GM: "'Of course, right away'. He picks up a well-used tome and opens it up; inside, he writes a name and shuts the book. 'He's on his way', he says."
Chaszmyr: "*sigh*; he's got a Phone Book..."
Durin: "He's sent a Text Message!"
Technology is invasive.
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