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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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[closerift]

Ah ha. [ "Certainly" indeed. ] You know him so well.

[ To be fair, it wouldn't take much to know that the mage had cared about his appearances. ]

[hotspurred]

Strangely, I think it was only those occasions on which we were drinking that his clothes survived unscathed.

[Speaking of knowing Dorian well...

Henry sets his drink down, and levels Cecily with an expectant look.]

You promised me tales.

want to handwave?

[closerift]

Oh? [ She quirks a brow. ] Do you mean that when you weren't drinking, something happened to his clothes?

[ huehuihuehuehe ]

Mm, and I shall deliver. I have more than enough of them from my own experiences with our Tevene friend.

works for me!

[hotspurred]

'Twas perfectly innocent. [Ash and monster viscera, mud, his own blood... the usual suspects.] ...Admittedly due to timing.

[It's true that he had a thing for Dorian, but with Iamarl's death so recent at the time and never having had the chance to grieve her before he found himself in Hadriel... well. It was definitely for the best.]

Go on.

[Cecily has a rapt audience in Henry.]