"I'll handle it, thank you," the theurge says. Elton keeps his words civil, but he reminds Ms. Clear that she was actually never a member of the Broad Brook Caern—her ex-husband was—and that this is not really her business. She argues (somewhat convincingly, you're forced to admit) that covering up activities that legally count as murder is exactly her business as a Glass Walker. Elton is determined, but Ms. Clear is adamant.
CrestFolder180IQ The Hampshire County Sheriff's office had descriptions of both of you.
CrestFolder180IQ I deleted them.
CrestFolder180IQ I'm not your enemy Elton. But I need time to hide your activities.
CrestFolder180IQ One month. Study what you can, stay in town. Stay out of sight.
CrestFolder180IQ The Answering Tiger's angets are looking for you.
"Oh no, what are angets?" you ask.
CrestFolder180IQ *agents
"Oh," you say.
BridesheadReloaded Fine
"'Fine'? Why are we listening to some middle-aged hacker with a desk job?"
"How much can we get done while stuck in town?" I still want to do something.
"Okay, fine, but I want this Glass Walker's help, not just her promise that she's protecting us."
"Well, I guess I need to make enough money to cover my rent."
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