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“I was very lucky, yes. My parents managed to get me the famed Bobathan of Kent to be my mentor. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but he was one of the best dancers in England. It’s very sad, he passed two years ago.” Aubrey turns her head towards the floor in remembrance.

“Yuhzelarrrrrrrrrrrrrrre?” Autumn asks, the R rolled for a full ten seconds. “That’s a weird name.”

2220 I certainly don’t.

“Yuhzelaree,” Autumn says. “That’s their name, then. Who are they?”

“I had some wise mentors over the years. Next you’ll want to bring your feet together, like this.”

“Maybe the things were talking about something else? Something that they had already said?” Autumn takes the stick with a ball on the end, deep in thought. “What did they say earlier? Sir? You wouldn’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for, do you? I’m sure this’ll be fine, though.”

A middle-aged Obligator walks in through the door of the library. “Hello?” they ask. “Is anybody here?” Upon seeing Sonyr, he walks over. “You. You were at the inn last night. And now you’re here, in this library. Care to divulge your secrets, friend?” Corbeau leans on a desk, facing Sonyr, his obsidian eyes seeing to bore into the librarian’s soul, though his mouth was smiling good-naturedly.

I’ll have Corbeau try to figure stuff out about Perses. He knows less than he would like about Hemalurgy, as such information was kept hidden from the Obligators, and would like to find stuff out, especially unlicensed Hemalurgists like Perses.

“None of this is that hard, not for the waltz. If you think about it as easy, then it gets easier. That’s even true for the most difficult of things.” That was the most valuable advice Aubrey had ever gotten, from her former (now deceased, sadly) mentor Bobathan, a renowned dancer.

“A diploma. Very nice. You will be useful to me, Keshi. Very useful.” Corbeau smiles in a kindly manner, not unlike a parent or grandparent would. “As to your exile, there are many jobs in the city. And if you are successful in finding these people…expect a sizable reward.” Corbeau smiles again. “I last saw them last night around Coppercloud inn in the Mistwarrens. The youngest one is a Lurcher, and the blind one is likely a lurcher and a coinshot, probably among other things. Lurchers can Pull metal towards them and Coishots can Push metal away. Except Aluminum. Aluminum is so rare…but worth it. I suspect that the other one, Asylum, The Trickster, has powers too, but I am unsure what those are.”

Deooklafied! I still need to get my member title and my signature back to normal, though.

“So now we’ll both step to the side, like this.” Aubrey moves her right foot to the right. “You do the same thing with your left foot.”

Where are we going? Who are you both?

Corbeau’s hotel room, Mistkeep, Chefson Corbeau “Welcome! I am indeed searching for hunters. I’m very glad that you have come. What is your name?” Corbeau looks around for something for Keshi to sit on. “Where are you from, anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever seen your species before.” He gestures to a cabinet. “Will this work?”

Gets Rue (@Ookla the Believer) Insets Ruh

New Halladren, a few hours before, Kimura Itsuki Itsuki heads to work. It seems just to be another day, uneventful, boring. He had left the person obsessed with catching the criminal who had destroyed the warehouse who called himself Chefson Corbeau late the night before, after Itsuki had repeatedly stated what had happened to him that day. A part of him wants to find Asylum and Lei again (he had seen Asylum briefly last night and Lei for even less time) but he decides that it isn’t worth chasing after friends like that. If they want to know him, then they can come find him themselves. Mistkeep, present day, Chefson Corbeau Corbeau was beginning to realise that getting these criminals caught was something that he’s need help for. He had hoped to just catch this Hemalugist with help from only the constabulary and perhaps also Lei. But he would need large numbers of supporters if he wanted to provide any sort of security to the city. But for now he just hung up posters of the Inquisitor (Never trust a Spiked One, his boss had always said), the Girl, and the Trickster, Asylum. He had gotten Itsuki (innocent, almost definitely, good chance of him joining my side but probably only if I get others first) to draw them last night after the interrogation. The Emotional One seemed to be quite a good artist. Corbeau had given them all nicknames to help the public recognize them by personality in case they were in disguise. Hopefully that some good would come of all these wanted posters. @Ookla of whimsy

The tattoo buzzes slightly on Dreamer’s arm. Both people hear a voice in their minds, sounding as if they thought the words. You two fight? Why is this? What is your conflict over?

Autumn opens the door handle. “There you go,” she says. “Have a nice day.”

"You're pretty good at this!" Aubrey says, smiling. "It's a shame that you didn't get training earlier."

Ah, but you see, I have come just to ask you my question. I must know everything about you. If you must, you may refer to me as Lily. The tattoo moves up Dream’s arm, stopping at his wrist.