Darin shrugs. "Heavy is the head, aye?"
"Except I don't have a crown."
"Maybe not literally," he replies. "But… never mind."
"What?"
Darin quickly changes the subject. "I got the censuses done."
"Damn. That was fast."
He chuckles. "Ever have any doubts?"
The old warrior reaches over the desk and hands you a bundle of parchment. His tone is low and serious. "I's wouldn't read these until ye're alone, Marshal."
You feel a pit in your stomach. "I… I'll keep that in mind."
He nods. "Well. Could you look those over for me? I's… feel better once I know ye've seen 'em."
"All right." You tuck the parchment under one arm. "I'll be in my room if you need me."
"Yup."
You depart from Darin and slip back out of the entrance.
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