At about the fourth name, Marcus pulls his inkwell closer to himself, flips open a writing book. Familiarity or not, he is not going to recall those names by heart. There's no rush on his end in flipping around to a relevant page, which means that by the time Redvers is offering to pass along a friendly message, Marcus is only just dipping pen in ink.
He writes out the first two in the span of silence that follows, hesitates, and then asks, to clarify, ] Evard?
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At about the fourth name, Marcus pulls his inkwell closer to himself, flips open a writing book. Familiarity or not, he is not going to recall those names by heart. There's no rush on his end in flipping around to a relevant page, which means that by the time Redvers is offering to pass along a friendly message, Marcus is only just dipping pen in ink.
He writes out the first two in the span of silence that follows, hesitates, and then asks, to clarify, ] Evard?