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[lioneyed]

[It's warm enough in the Gardens - early fall still, and the sun is out, though some of the leaves have begun to change color. Nonetheless, Thamuris has a heavy, light-colored shawl wrapped around his thin shoulders against even the slightest chill. He's perched at the foot of a tree, in a little bit of shade. He's not quite paying attention to the world around him - whether it's because he's lost in thought or if it's the laudanum isn't clear]

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[lioneyed]

[He flushes a bit at the compliment, though he glances back down at his hands]

Xanthippe has reason not to listen to me - my own covenant sent me here, after all.