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[illgotten]

Gunshot to the heart, as neat as these things can ever be. He's lying very still and oddly graceless on the immaculate Mansion floor, still with that vaguely stunned expression, and quite beyond resuscitation.

[friends, relations and alarmed passersby feel free to react here, to save spamming Lascelles' intro. :D]

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[dragon_dealer]

She sees. There's a long, long moment of looking, silently, without moving. But she remembers things with Gareth, knows she's not wanted here. She just can't seem to find the will to leave right away. She will in a moment.

[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle will, at some point, look over to her and muster some focus. "Aye, child?"

[dragon_dealer]

"Is there..." Her voice is raw at first and she tries again. "There's nothing to be done, is there>"

[inglewoodblues]

"Nay, naught but what Clarissant can do."

[dragon_dealer]

She nods and takes a step back. "I..." And she realizes there's nothing, really, to be said. She shakes her head and turns.

[inglewoodblues]

"If there's a change, would you know?"

[dragon_dealer]

She nods. "You know where to find Percy and me." And there's a small, silent Thank you in her look.

[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle nods, gentle back, and then turns to Clar.