Argyle looked at the confused Jack and laughed, "So you're not from the Leisure Guild after all; that's what I thought."
"You know Tralon? Tralon Dyrshire?"
Jack's question caught Argyle off guard. He assumed that Jack's momentary confusion was from a slip of character, not that Jack struggled to believe that Tralon and Argyle were friends.
"Sure do, but it has been a long time since I've seen him," replied Argyle. "How's he doing nowadays?"
"I'm not sure…" His words trailed off as Jack started to get lost in his thoughts.
Wondering what to believe and what no to believe, Argyle studied Jack. "Jack, are you really from the Leisure Guild? You should tell me now before I contact Tralon personally."
"You can contact him?!"
The question didn't confuse Argyle, it was Jack's expression. It wasn't a face of regret or anger, Jack's was a face filled with joy and longing. Now he really was baffled by Jack's antics and his ruse.
