"Yeah, I'm familiar." Another grimace. He doesn't have a word for it. But he knows it intimately himself and his master was far more plagued by it than he could ever be. But 700 years would probably do that to anyone.
He folds his arms, tilting his head, still appraising it. "You want to keep it or you want me to talk to him?"
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He folds his arms, tilting his head, still appraising it. "You want to keep it or you want me to talk to him?"