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[wylderrant]

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[guillotine]

Before you get too excited, there is a reason I'm only taking some of what's owed. What I'm going to propose can be done on my own, but another matter has taken priority. This favor is... small.

I would like for you to take over the backyard combat lessons for a day. Keep the children busy and learning while I'm not around.

[wylderrant]

That sounds simple enough. What ever is the matter, though? What keeps you from your normal duties?

Call me curious.

hoots gleefully over that icon

[guillotine]

Nothing is 'the matter', and I should call you a pest, but your inquisitiveness tends to be useful.

Just not when you're questioning me.

[ Read: nyehhhh I don't want to say!!!! ]

heeee

[wylderrant]

[ She can sense a bit of that trepidation through their bond. Funny how that works. ]

I'm curious, though! But I will leave well enough alone if you really want me to.

[guillotine]

Alright.

[ Iramaat's willingness to put the question aside draws Nel further from all reticence to come clean. Aloud, she sighs aggravatedly. ]

It's a time-sensitive request that a substitute can't fulfill. If anyone else shows up in my place, I'll lose the contact. They have access I don't.

[wylderrant]

More skullduggery! I wish you the best of luck, dear heart. And do tell me if you need help, although really snekaing around isn't in my usual toolbox...

[guillotine]

[ As endearments go—

It isn't Nelly. ]

Months of building their trust have gotten me here. You're an asset when I require a guaranteed distraction, Iramaat.

[wylderrant]

I choose to take that as a compliment.

[guillotine]

Another strike against your irrepressible self being present. There's no way you would be unaccounted for.

How experienced are you with tutoring children to be combat-prepared?

[wylderrant]

I've trained a person or two in my time, but never children.

How hard could it be, though?

[guillotine]

Interesting.

I'm arranging for a medic to be on hand.

[wylderrant]

Give me a little bit of credit!

[guillotine]

I am, which is why the medic will be paid from my own pocket and not yours.

[wylderrant]

I'm sure their services won't be needed.

[guillotine]

Make ready to deliver basic first aid, then, unless you have eyes in the back of your head.

Thank you, Iramaat. Consider half your debt paid.

[wylderrant]

As you wish.

I do hope your expedition goes well. What ever it is.