Editing Spend a moment in conversation

{{Action
|ID = 258415
|Icon = blueprophet.png
|From Storylet title = The Guano-Splattered Hierophant
|Action cost = 0
|Description = Prophets flock around her, a feathered cacophony of names. What news from the summit?
|Game Instructions = She may have different things to say as you increase your reputation among the corsairs.
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Corsair's Colours}}
|Success title = Lofty wisdom
|Success summary = Varies based on your {{IL|Respected by the Corsairs}} level. 
{{Variant table
|Condition = Respected by the Corsairs|Effect = Description|Compact = yes|Show Unaccounted = yes|Unaccounted Max = 55
|Value 0 = "You should head out to zee. I can tell your Prophet has business […]" She scratches the bird on the forehead, and it produces an extremely un-Prophet-like trill. "The bond between Prophet and corsair is an ancient one. You're part of history, now."
|Value 1 - 9 = "I saw your ship come in. 'Ave you traded treasures in the citadel?" […] "We hoard less of it than people fink. Lots go to repairs. […] An' some of it we offer back to the zee. To Salt, and Storm, and things we don't 'ave names for."
|Value 10 - 19 = "Do you believe in what we're doin' here? Or are you just in it for the treasure?" She hums contemplatively, and the birds take up the tune, cawing names to the cadence of a melancholy shanty. "I s'pose it doesn't matter. […] But I 'ope you understand."
|Value 20 - 29 = "Some of us reckons that the Prophets are old zailors reborn[...]" The Prophet on her shoulder ruffles [...]. It does not seem like a pirate reborn. It seems like an angry raptor[...]. "I ain't sure if people can be birds. But I 'ope so. It'd be nice to fly."
|Value 30 - 39 = "I 'eard some of the old-timers talking about you{{...}} you been bringin' in a lot of loot. Fulfilling a lot of prophecies." {{...}}her eyes are very blue. "Fank you. Probably not many people you been meetin' on the zee say that, so I will. It means a lot."
|Value 40 - 49 = "You been doing the Unterzee's work." The urchin is feeding the Prophets from her hand today{{...}}"{{...}}maybe the Prophets are sayin' fewer names the better that we do. Like there's a balance. Like if we keeps going, one day there'll be no debt left to collect{{...}}
|Value 50 - 55 = "Death bein' wot it is down 'ere... all fractured and broken. It ain't right." The little urchin is grave {{...}} "When my time's up, I wants to go properly, you know? {{...}} Things 'ave got to 'ave endings {{...}} Otherwise no new fings can start."
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