I loathe bus stations. Terrible places, full of lost luggage and lost souls.
Madness string 197
The blood of the enemy, forcibly taken... because enemies are invariably linear beings with no variability who will never agree on anything, nor intentionally be difficult.
Just stare them down until they figure out what you want. I mean, nothing wrong with that. If I didn't know the word for something, instead of trying to figure it out or getting frustrated I wasn't being understood, I made up my own word and expected everyone else to figure it out. As far as I was concerned, I was making perfect sense.