[Qilby arches a brow. Blues. Apparently they'll plague him wherever he goes.]
Surely they don't expect an old man like me to be constantly on the move in their sanctum. [But then again, they don't expect a Blacksworn to be in it at all-- and he knows it.
He clears his throat.] A Bluesworn, then. How may I help you?
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Surely they don't expect an old man like me to be constantly on the move in their sanctum. [But then again, they don't expect a Blacksworn to be in it at all-- and he knows it.
He clears his throat.] A Bluesworn, then. How may I help you?