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Messenger: Discussion

The door was ajar and agitated voices just audible when I rapped lightly and entered. The Keeper and the Master were engaged in a heated discussion, using the language of raptors far faster and more fluently than I had ever heard before. A pair of the Master’s mechanical birds perched on the windowsill, waiting for orders.

At my entry, both turned in my direction guiltily. I placed the tray down and bowed quickly, apologising. The Master’s expression was of relief, however, not irritation. He sighed deeply and gestured at the seat beside him at the great dining table, switching to Sagrine.

“There’s no need to apologise, Rokhin. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
I bowed again.
“Sir, the stables should have Tallis rigged within the hour. Would you like to retire with the medallion?”
At this, the Keeper made an exasperated noise. Barely an instant later, she had risen and drawn her sword at the same time so that my startled look encompassed two feet of blade .

“Ter- He will do no such thing.”

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