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Keen.

[ Hi. ]

Knight-Lieutenant, would you spare the time to see me in my office when the Commander next sends you to the Gallows?

[Politely, but with secret lurking mirth,]

Afternoon, Redvers.

It's quick to hear who the Templars are. Were, and Maker, but this place collects past-tense - almost enough to make him reconsider; grab an axe and hope there's still room for a one-handed soldier,

Almost.

"Ser Keen," Familiarity over formality, this isn't the field. Cedric slides into the bench opposite. "Hope you don't mind."

"If I don't eat slow," He blows on his bowl between words. "Sister Heiss'll rise up to haunt me."

Edited (we built this city (typo city)) 2024-02-05 07:04 (UTC)

( Straightforward, matter-of-fact, definitely with his metaphorical Head Healer hat on today: )

Keen. I’ve a matter to discuss whenever you have a moment. Somewhat delicate and medical in nature.

( The opening message is a little stiff and stilted. )

Knight-Lieutenant, last year on Satinalia you sent a letter to a friend. Who was it and where do they live?

[ Does he want to have this conversation? Nope. But Vanya's uniquely unqualified, and Barrow wouldn’t get it, and he's got the uncomfortable suspicion this is maybe round three. Could use some advice. ]

D'you ever, [ He's shuffling the cards longer than needful. ] You ever had someone — mage, I mean — get th'wrong idea?

Ser Keen. A moment of your day to ruin?

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