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[tatty_bye]

Who: Reaver and Merlin
Where: Merlin's Cabin
When: Just after the end of the flood.
What: Merlin casts a spell. Reaver is suspicious

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[takeyouapart]

Merlin was...still reeling a bit from an educative few days with Valmont, but none of his more personal problems were relevant to the massive problem of dealing with Reaver. The flood had put a halt on things but now he was ready to get on with them, and (after some cautious testing) he could judge the spell he'd adapted as ready for use.

He was at one of his workbenches, ten feet from the door, and waved a hand to open it from where he was sitting.

"'Evening."

[tatty_bye]

Reaver straightened his vest and stepped into the room, looking as self-important and assured as ever. He's not as dressed up as he usually is, sans the usual gloves or a jacket -- never a hat. It was just a sign of how relaxed he was; his wardrobe could almost be seen as a shield for him. The more layers, the more he felt the need to 'mean business', after all.

"Just couldn't wait to see me again, could you?" he teased.

[takeyouapart]

"Yeah, I was crying myself to sleep at night," he deadpanned, then turned a page in his grimoire. "Seriously, though, I'm sorry I didn't check on you. Were you affected, did you have another Warden?"

[tatty_bye]

"Nothing to report. I enjoyed the peace and quiet." He shrugged lazily. "So weep no more, my Warden, for you have me all to yourself once again."