Introduction

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Enter a man. A bookish man without doubt, if we are to judge such things on appearance. The very perceptive might notice something in his black, smoked glass eyes that doesn't quite fit your average academic, but they would put it down to perhaps the reflection of the light in his pince-nez

Comments

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Mordred cocks an eyebrow at him. "Skinny kid with a pet goose?"

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This gives him pause. "Me, mostly." Slightly embarrassed.

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Quillam raises an eyebrow. "Is that such a bad thing?"

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"Not always. It certainly makes roll calls easier."

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"So it would. Although I'm certain it signifies more than that. Names usually do, even if you're not aware of it." He gives Mordred another considering look, as if trying to pluck from nowhere the significance of this name.

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And Mordred, who's usually all too willing to discuss his sordid past with unsuspecting strangers, avoids his eyes. "What about yours?"

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"Mine?" He laughs softly and glances at his ink-stained fingers. "I was born under Goodman Libretus. So I am naturally quiet, inquisitive..." He shakes his head, smiling as if at a silent jest. "...and an avoider of conflict."

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That gets a laugh. "How's that been working out for you?"

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"Apart from the murders, riots and destruction? Not overly poorly, I must say."

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"Isn't that always the way."