Dialogue with Hodari
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Hodari: {playername}. Wish I could say it's good t'see you, but I ain't a good liar.
You: 
What's up?
Hodari: S'my family. Just got a letter from them.
Hodari: Get a load of this...
Hodari: "Dear Hodari, hope you're doing well out there in the wilderness! How's little Najuma doing? Bless your heart, looking after her all on your own."
Hodari: "Your cousin Timo's getting married next Spring, we hope you can make it up to visit. Even better, why don't you come on home?"
Hodari: "It's been long enough, and ma misses you something fierce. You know you're always welcome. Love from your worried sister, Shani."
You: That's sweet of her.
Hodari: Sweet? You ain't met my sister, then. Read it again. She said "bless your heart."
You: 
Oh, I see.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: 
What's wrong with that?
Hodari: "Bless your heart" don't actually mean "bless your heart". She's judgin' me. Hard.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: 
How dare she!
Hodari: You're jokin', but you ain't met my sister. She said "bless your heart".
You: Oh, I see.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: What's wrong with that?
Hodari: "Bless your heart" don't actually mean "bless your heart". She's judgin' me. Hard.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: You have a sister?
Hodari: Got a whole big family back home. But my sister's always been the pushiest. Lookit this- "bless your heart"?
You: Oh, I see.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: What's wrong with that?
Hodari: "Bless your heart" don't actually mean "bless your heart". She's judgin' me. Hard.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Did I do something wrong?
Hodari: What? No, you ain't done nothin' but help since I met you.
Hodari: S'my family. Just got a letter from them.
Hodari: Get a load of this...
Hodari: "Dear Hodari, hope you're doing well out there in the wilderness! How's little Najuma doing? Bless your heart, looking after her all on your own."
Hodari: "Your cousin Timo's getting married next Spring, we hope you can make it up to visit. Even better, why don't you come on home?"
Hodari: "It's been long enough, and ma misses you something fierce. You know you're always welcome. Love from your worried sister, Shani."
You: That's sweet of her.
Hodari: Sweet? You ain't met my sister, then. Read it again. She said "bless your heart."
You: Oh, I see.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: What's wrong with that?
Hodari: "Bless your heart" don't actually mean "bless your heart". She's judgin' me. Hard.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: How dare she!
Hodari: You're jokin', but you ain't met my sister. She said "bless your heart".
You: Oh, I see.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: What's wrong with that?
Hodari: "Bless your heart" don't actually mean "bless your heart". She's judgin' me. Hard.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: You have a sister?
Hodari: Got a whole big family back home. But my sister's always been the pushiest. Lookit this- "bless your heart"?
You: Oh, I see.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: What's wrong with that?
Hodari: "Bless your heart" don't actually mean "bless your heart". She's judgin' me. Hard.
Hodari: She sends one of these letters at least once a year. I usually just toss 'em out, but...
Hodari: I don't know. Somethin' about this one's gettin' to me.
Hodari: Feels like nothin's gone right since I came out here. S'been fifteen years, tryin' to squeeze gold from these rocks.
Hodari: If it weren't for Najuma, I woulda left when the mines took Leta. Nearly did... but Leta loved this place.
Hodari: Najuma begged us to stay. Said she wanted to stay where her mom's heart was.
Hodari: She asks for so little... what kinda dad would I be if I couldn't let her keep her damn home?
You: You're a good dad.
Hodari: I ain't... but I'm trying.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
You: Are the mines really dry?
Hodari: It don't make sense. According to every ore survey, these hills should be full of resources.
Hodari: Maybe these mines really are cursed.
You: Cursed?
Hodari: Yeah. When we first moved up here. there were all sorts of rumors. Guess other miners've tried to make somethin' of this place and gone bust from it.
Hodari: But the real world don't work like that. It's my fault I can't make this work, not some made up curse.
You: Is there some way I can help?
Hodari: Suppose you could always whip up a seance or a cleansin' or somethin'. That's what they call those things, don't they?
Hodari: M'jokin', of course. This problem's all on me.
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