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[mereandrastianism]

A healer--my goodness.

[ The things you must have seen. She hadn't known he was a mage. But anyway-- ]

I believe we might have spoken once. Is he a friend of yours?

[wythersake]

He is un Royan, and I understand something of a poet,

[ is that what we're calling musician spies now. sure. ]

And whether our return to Kirkwall should afford the detour, I imagine he would pleased to make recommendations of the city. I have too seldom been to offer them myself — but we've come so far south, it seems a waste to send you home with only a war to show.

[mereandrastianism]

He sounds delightful.

[ Pleasant, poetic, and potentially willing to suggest locations worth visiting within Val Royeaux? While she has her own mental list, no doubt an actual Royan would have ideas her studies would never have lead her to. ]

I shall be sure to find time to speak to him. Thank you for the suggestion, Isaac, and for your kindness.

[wythersake]

Oh, don't say that too loudly, I've a reputation to maintain.

[mereandrastianism]

[ There's an attempt at a laugh, a quavery response to his joke. ]

Your secret is safe with me.