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[clavesregni]

MISSIVES & ENCOUNTERS

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[bravelyrunsaway]

Little birdie called Sweet King Deimar asks I pass word to you that you need take care, be rendered invisible to our Dear Murderous Haiva, and we all moved out of the monastery.

The man is a delight, having stoked his uncle into the murder of the sirens on the word of "no really they're all demons and this is not personal in any regard." So if he lives, we leave.

[clavesregni]

He believes Haiva would harm me?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Dare I say he knows this would be the case. Emilia's return is: yet he does nothing more than warn?

I don't know how much politics you've tasted in your life, love, but for what's passed over my tongue, I catch a hint of sensible manipulation and a dash of popular public images.

When people stand obsessed, they're dangerous. He is one such man. That, I believe.

[clavesregni]

Too much politics.

Thank you for the warning. I'll take care. [She won't.]

[bravelyrunsaway]

It's always politics. Headaches and necessities I delightfully am never paid to handle.

Good, because it won't be pleasant if anything were to happen in the monastery. Haven't we had enough?

[clavesregni]

Yes. More than enough.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Spare the reasons for anyone else to feel there's need for revenge. More than enough of that going around already.

[clavesregni]

For the record, I should very much hope that no one would take revenge on my behalf, were anything to happen.

[bravelyrunsaway]

I haven't the drive for it myself, but I make no claims for the rest of our mismatched crew.