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[ex_cashcow493]

☙ACTION;

Forward dated after The Hermit

[ The restaurant that Saber chooses to work at is an unique one: high class and popular with the socialites of Prospero. It shouldn't come as a surprise to any who know this to see her walking down the street back to the hotel in her snazzy black suit.

Completely drenched as the rain continues to pour down around her. These things really can't be helped, can they? ]

☙TEXT;

Is there any way to find information about someone who's recently arrived in this place?

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[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

I do not know. I have come across very few witches, and all the ones I came across I was forced to slay as they had fallen to Chaos.

[ He stands, heading into the Men's bathroom, and comes out a moment later with a towel, offering it to Saber. ]

A bit of water in and of itself cannot hurt you, but pneumonia or the flux, or any of the other illnesses that you are vulnerable to, if cold and damp for too long can fell you more readily than a blade. Or a Shadow for that matter. I'll not have it on my conscience to see you ignominiously sick abed.

[ex_cashcow493]

Slaying witches? Do you have a thing against those of magical background?

[ A small sigh. ]

I have traveled in worse conditions, Sir Garviel. I do not believe I will fall ill due to a bit of rain. Your concern is better spent on other circumstances.

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

Magic transformed my Liege Lord from the noblest, best representation of Imperial Humanity into a corrupt traitor. I do not trust it, whenever I have seen it employed it has corrupted both the user and the target.

That being said, there are sanctioned psykers that also use the power of the Warp, but they understand their limits, and how to use it without making deals with the powers that lurk there. Unholy, Ruinous things that prey on humanity. Rather like the foes we recently slew.

[ Garviel nods, but he's still got the towel in hand, held out to her. ]

You are very brave, and your stoicism does you credit, but it seems I have become something of your second and advisor, almost by accident. As such, I feel it is my duty to make sure you are fit for war.

I propose a compromise. Why don't you dry up a bit, and I'll fetch us both something hot to drink, so we can discuss our recent battle.