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[namestrees]

Call him on the weird magic medallion heck yeah

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[namestrees]

[Two beds and a chair this is a fuckin FANCY room here in Coba.]

Yeah-- I guess this must be similar for you, yeah? New place, no big buildings or magitech. But even in Sylvarant, we had Colette with us, so we still stood out a lot.

[And. Uh. People were mad about that. Failed chosen who didn't die and all that.]

So what do you think you'll be doing? Once we get the place built and stuff?

[exchosen]

[ he pulls his hair back from his face, grabbing for the brush he keeps in the bag he's started lugging around. ]</small. Dunno. It's not like I can go back to Tethe'alla, so... try to build a life here, I guess.

[namestrees]

[He hums, nodding along. And-- that's a good concept, but:] Yeah, but like-- working for the coterie? Or do you plan on doing something else?

[And a bright smile!] I could teach you how to do some more hands-on things, if you need, too.

[exchosen]

>[ eugh. ]

Dunno. Ideally I'd like to get in good with the leaders so I... [ no, alright, let's save that paranoid talk for another day. 'so i know what they know' sounds too much like traitor talk ] don't have to work as hard.

I'm not much for manual labor.

[namestrees]

I dunno, I think working hard is what gets you in good with them. [lloyd is so basic sometimes.]

But I guess it can't hurt to know them better. Have you tried talking with them yet? Jaguar always looks kinda intense.