[ He matches stride with Iona easily, remarking on the comfortable distance he's set up between himself and the witch. Despite the physical buffer, he realizes that he doesn't have any sort of pretense to delineate their current arrangement: he doesn't have Gus or Oren as a go-between, and he can't hide behind his role as 'customer' the way he can at the Grind.
It's strange, but he doesn't want to dwell on it for too long. He keeps walking. ]
It would help if I had more familiarity with the customs of your world. We do have a system in place, though, of course.
[ He speaks to her so casually that no one bats an eye that he seems to be talking to himself; a turn of the corner, and he guides Iona gently by the hip to keep her from tripping into a canal. ]
Our recordskeepers are quite efficient at what they do, but we do have a mechanism in place to alert us if anything goes missing. You'll see.
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It's strange, but he doesn't want to dwell on it for too long. He keeps walking. ]
It would help if I had more familiarity with the customs of your world. We do have a system in place, though, of course.
[ He speaks to her so casually that no one bats an eye that he seems to be talking to himself; a turn of the corner, and he guides Iona gently by the hip to keep her from tripping into a canal. ]
Our recordskeepers are quite efficient at what they do, but we do have a mechanism in place to alert us if anything goes missing. You'll see.