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[knights_quill]

--the hell...?

[[Fakir hasn't yet noticed the seal in his pocket that seems to have let his voice be heard by people who aren't even around him.

The young man with ink-stained fingertips and ink stains on the collar of his white shirt and a writer's satchel slung over his shoulder glances around frantically, an almost panicked expression on his

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[duck_dancer]

[Assuming by this point someone has taught her how to use the seal...]

Fakir? Fakir, is that you?

[duck_dancer]

[She nods, and lifts her key up in front of her face.]

I think it's supposed to be in this area, so we should look close by.

[knights_quill]

[[He nods.]]

...Right.

[[At least this place saw fit to keep him and Ahiru together.]]

Let's try that direction.

[duck_dancer]

Okay! [She gladly follows him in the direction of his choosing.]