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[heirring]

If by ugly you mean developing a series of little talents such as closing rifts faster and creating defensive shields, then yes. It is very ugly indeed.

[If he's going to tease her, then there is no reason whatsoever not to insist on bragging.]

The reports of anchors doing serious injury to the individuals with then have been, frankly, somewhat few and far between. Which is not to say there is no danger. Only that in a time of war, the rate of the thing's deterioration is a somewhat lesser concert. Madame Baudin has had hers for even longer.

[illithidnapped]

Oh yes, of course. I was only inquiring out of worry, naturally, considering the possibility. Inherent concern for you.

It'd be a pity to make such a charming acquaintance only to lose it not long after.

[A lone beat, before:]

And— truth be told— I'm in terrible need of a friend, you know, being a solitary soul in a very unfamiliar world.

[heirring]

[Suspicious squint.]

Is that so? Well, perhaps you might tell me which division you have decided to join and I might recommend a few fast friends you might make within it. I would be most happy to organize a few introductions.