When you meet Dizzy (Raskalia) for the first time in Dhaal, the text in the last paragraphs of her intro is missing a quotation mark, and all the text that follows is in itallics:
“Well, look at you! What a perky, pretty young thing’s come to visit me this time! Aren’t I lucky!” she says with a big smile, touching your shoulder. Her emerald eyes go vacant for a moment. You hear a faint buzz. “An ausar. I see a lot of them coming through here, these days.” She squeezes your shoulder. “I’ve gotten very good at looking after them.
She laughs, her stuffed bosom quaking. It’s quite an infectious, bubbly laugh. The double tails swishing around her ankles, you notice, are synthetic, smooth, articulated and blunt-ended. How many implants does this kaithrit have?
“What’s your name? Verona? You know what I think a growing girl on-the-go like you needs,” she says, poking you gently in the belly, “is a good square meal. All that junk food you wolf down whilst you’re tearing around, no, it’s not good for you. Why don’t you sit yourself down there and I’ll make you something? Then we can do something else. Or maybe you’d just like to talk for a bit? I bet you’ve got all sorts of little things bothering you right now, you won’t believe what a relief it is to tell someone else about them is. Or...”
Raskalia puts a hand on her hip and steps back a bit, red smile becoming more knowing.
“...maybe you want to unload another way. We’ll do whatever you want, in whichever order, sweetheart.”