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[heorte]

[ scribbly reply— ]

No. What happened in Ansburg?

[pittance]

Beats me, but she raised it. Didn't seem personal.

[ like the way she talked about orlais ]

[heorte]

She didn't raise very much with me.
I'm sure you can guess why.

[pittance]

You told her?

[heorte]

She knew.
I think she hears a lot.

Were you ever in Ansburg?

[pittance]

No. Would you have told her?

[heorte]

Aye, if she'd asked.

[pittance]

[ what he thinks is: that's a hell of a loophole. what he says is — ]

Think more than the North's fucked.

[heorte]

[ Several, scratched out false starts later— ]

Should we find out for sure?

[pittance]

There another choice?

[heorte]

It's near enough. If we go ask some questions, we won't be gone long.

When?

[pittance]

When we find an excuse. Far enough to look fishy if we just show up.

[heorte]

Do you think they've had word about—

[ small, sketchy drawing of a hurlock with red lyriums growths ]

[pittance]

I'm worried where that word comes from.

[ an arrow has been drawn from the hurlock, to a loose impression of the sigil ]

Could be a way to find out.

[heorte]

Easy enough to say we're carrying word, hoping to be of service. If they already know, we'll ask some questions.

[pittance]

Ok. We need a permission slip?

[heorte]

I don't see why we would. It's Warden business.

We might tell the Commander and Scoutmistress we're taking the journey. It might be made faster on griffons than horseback.

[pittance]

[ how hard can THAT be, they're just flying horses right,

up in the......






sky. ]

[pittance]

You try them before?

[heorte]

The Scoutmistress had most everyone in the company learn shortly after I came here.

You?

[pittance]

[ is it hot in here? is he sweating? it's hot in here for autumn. ]

No.

[heorte]

[ hm. ]

Alright. Horses then.

You'll speak to the Scoutmistress?

[pittance]

Don't let the dread pirate drink your blood.