There's an alley surrounded by buildings of stone, metal, and wood. The pavement is stone and very uneven. The air smells of foul things that aren't just garbage or sewage. The alley connects two larger streets where pointy-eared humanoids with brightly colored hair walk or ride flying constructs. There's a sign with a picture of a person in red armor and a caption in an unfamiliar alphabet.
"- I have no idea what her possible motives for lying might be. It could be carelessness. It could be that she's insane. It could be that she'd just make very different tradeoffs than I or my goddess would. It could be that she wouldn't lie at all but would tell carefully selected truths that would gravely mislead me given my context. I'm sure it's possible to derive value from a conversation with her but I am not able to do it."
"Now, I, on the other hand, I would never lie to you, cross my heart. All my advice is perfect, I promise."
"I know most people lie sometimes. I did before I came by my current religion. But I have a loose idea of why they might do it and how, and that helps figure out the range of possible realities."
"Is this actually worth going over from more angles, will it change anything if you understand it?"
"I do not know what one would do with this number to coordinate at it," Blai tells the person who gave him that card.
"...would anyone care to direct me to somewhere I could acquire a broken communicator to Mend?"