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Ah. Gotcha. Yeah.

[ Astrid’s still hedging, but finally continues: ]

They’re pretty closed-off and hard-to-reach if you don’t already have a connection, but— the augur’s named Pike Asgeirson. He’ll be able to read if you send a raven. Mention that Astrid’s vouching for you. Passes oughtn’t be too bad in summer, but they’re always after ways to make some gold for trade.

Thank you, [ a little surprised that she's offered ] Your word means a great deal. Are the two of you close?

( With a crinkle of her nose, mock-disgusted: ) I mean, what the fuck else was I gonna do, send business Talonhold’s way—

But yeh. He’s my uncle. Haven’t seen him in a bit but he ought still be around. Nothing brings that old fucker down.

[ something like a laugh — ]

They sent us their smith, for a time. I swear that she grew taller every time I looked.

They grow ’em huge there. My brother mooned over a gal from Talon for ages. How was their smith?

[ It comes easily, despite Enchanter Isaac being a near-total stranger; she just cheerfully blurts out whatever comes to mind. ]