(A scrap of paper, an inch square, covered in tiny characters. Judging by the handwriting, it seems to be an exchange between two people, answering each other back and forth.)
A: She leaves the Lone Cloud for a finer branch.
B: While honest students toil in vain, a pretty face opens more doors than years of study.
A: She has neither loyalty nor virtue,
B: Yet the Twin Mavens turn a blind eye and place a Sage's crown upon her head.
A: Her master's favor raised her overnight, stealing her a place among the Ten Sages!
B: Just wait. Time will expose the truth.
A: What a poem, what a poem! Straight from the heart... truly a masterpiece!
B: You flatter me, brother! Your verses are no less brilliant than mine!
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