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(crystal | written | action)

[chirped over the crystal:]

Evening, love!

...you haven't seen Enchanter Leander about, have you?

[A thoughtful hum—]

Now that you say so, no. I don't believe I have.

Mmm.

[A bit of a sigh, a bit of a groan.]

Last I saw him, he asked if I'd seen who shot him.

[A beat.]

...I said no.

[Without missing a beat:]

Why not tell him the truth?

He has an air about him, that one. I suppose, in the moment, I preferred he didn't know.

He does, doesn't he?

[Is like a private musing. After a moment, like clearing the air:]

I suppose I should thank you for your discretion, ser.

Now now, that won't be necessary.

[Cheekily,]

Unless I can buy you a drink later.