My map? You had better not make guesses. It leads not to glory, nor shining things, nor a good story, nor hot food won by someone else's efforts, so it is not for you.
My map is going to lead to me.
Maybe it is for building. Maybe you are right. But before it can be for building, it has to be for breaking.
Do you want a medal, or a fur? I do not have either to hand. I am busy, as you see, with my map.
*Beside her free hand is suddenly a large, plain ceramic plate full of large, dubious sandwich. Strange delicacies spill out of it at strange angles: salmon and suet and shining seeds.*
Here is a sandwich. Now you must tell me where to find large lockpicks.
And then a voice, curious.
"It is meant for building?"
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*She looks at him and smiles.*
My map? You had better not make guesses. It leads not to glory, nor shining things, nor a good story, nor hot food won by someone else's efforts, so it is not for you.
My map is going to lead to me.
Maybe it is for building. Maybe you are right. But before it can be for building, it has to be for breaking.
I am going to break in. Do you want a sandwich?
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He grins back.
"I am always hungry, I think."
Then he tilts his head, blinking.
"It is a thing that requires lockpicks?"
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But I think the lockpicks must be large, for when I get there.
What kind of sandwich?
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He wrinkles his nose.
"Or possibly it is better to have large pockets."
He shrugs.
"I am not picky, I do not think."
Well, not with food.
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*Beside her free hand is suddenly a large, plain ceramic plate full of large, dubious sandwich. Strange delicacies spill out of it at strange angles: salmon and suet and shining seeds.*
Here is a sandwich. Now you must tell me where to find large lockpicks.
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He frowns, one sandwich disappearing almost instantaneously.
"There is a forge here. Or the beginning of one."
His nose wrinkles.
"It is not so difficult to smell, perhaps."
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I think they must be metal. But I do not know if they would shiver the locks of these doors. Gates. I do not know.
I think the gates themselves might be medal-furrical.
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He frowns.
"It is a difficult thing to know without seeing, I think."
Raven blinks.
"Imagining might serve better. Or believing. They are both tricky, perhaps. One might be tricky enough."
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"There is invisible, I think, and then there is not being noticed. It is your choice, perhaps."
He grins.
"I am not so bad a teacher as all that, I do not think. So."
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If not, I think I must learn the not-being-noticed. That is safer. Or more dangerous.
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"I am fond of the second, I think. It is too easy to notice invisible."
He grins.
"It is a question of sound."
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I can be soundless, if needs must be!
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He tilts his head.
"We will see, perhaps, which is best. There is time, here."
He grins.
"Bottled, I think."
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*she cocks her head at him.*
You are a strange seeming of a man. Will you remember to come back and teach me, if I do not leave sandwiches?
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