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As could be expected, Sebastian would have had an answer to that, but he kept his peace. Instead, he simply kept collecting his belongings into this new satchel of his, thinking of the times he had spent with his last one. Oh well, maybe Brice might find more use for it than he ever would.

Auker was the first the speak, shrugging and eyeing her booze cabinet wistfully. "Jon?"

"Ears open," the old man said. "Say...?"

"No," said Auker. "Me, I want a nap. I haven't slept until now. Kord, your folk know what they do. Mind sitting around and wake me up, unless that twisty person and his girlfri--"

"Auker," Sebastian said blandly. It worked, anyway. "Go get your nap. Rosz is already taking his, which reminds me to tell you to not harass him that much. Personally, I'd like to just sit around and wait, but I'm just as stumped. Right now the best thing I can think of is... ah. Yes. Jon? Would your people mind delivering word to Brannig's place that some people have something of Langoll's for him to have a look at?"

"Well," Auker said, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and alcohol, "why not just call on Montmore?"

"We first thought of Brannig because he's supposed to be the local expert on artifacts. On the other hand, Montmore is in town now, and I still have books to return to him, anyway." She was in a rather cheerful mood.

"Yeah, psht. See, thing is, Montmore's big nob though he doesn't act it. Savant, whatever, conversant in a lot of things. Plus connections. Brannig's a bookworm, not that Monty isn't, but Monty's at least a cheerful sort."

Sebastian thought about Auker's words for a moment. He sincerely hoped Montmore didn't follow legends, but that casual mention of connections and general knowledge was more or less enough to make the half-elf a bit more than wary. He looked at Sylvie, one eyebrow raised. There was a hint of something that Sebastian had to admit: "Brannig may be a day or two away. Do you think Montmore can be trusted?"

"Psht!" repeated Auker.

"Brannig may be a week or two away," Sylvie said. "It was a one-week-to-get-there trip, and I don't know how long he's going to stay."

"Oh dear," Sebastian said with the conviction of a man who knew he had no other choice -- his expression was akin to someone who dearly wished not to have his tooth pulled out. "No other choice then."

"Thought so," Auker said triumphantly.

Sebastian looked at Sylvie.

"I found him likeable, which isn't the same, but..." She gave him a half-shrug and a smile. Seems to have worked out all right in your case.

There really was no argument against that -- something Sebastian certainly wasn't used to, considering that in the past he had been able to bullshit or confuse his way to a path he considered desirable. Even though he knew he had no choice, a part of him truly wanted to argue over it, but this time, however, the half-elf ended up staring at Sylvie before his lips started to twitch.

He was having a hard time stifling a chuckle.

"All right," Sebastian finally said. "Who wants to go and ask for him to come over?"

"Well, Rosz--"

"No. But thank you for volunteering," Sebastian said, getting some of his whim back at least. "You know the way, correct?"

Auker looked confused.

"I know the way, too. And I had some sleep last night." Besides, she felt like she owed Auker for watching Ayu-Asra.

Auker looked at Sylvie and Sebastian one at time. "Okay. I'll take you up on that," she said, glaring at Sebastian. "Are you trying to prove a point?"

"Yes. No. Maybe. You decide. Mind, I'm going with Sylvie. What are the rest of you going to do?"

"I might opt for a nap myself," said Jon, glancing at Kord. "You, brother Kord?"

"Keep an eye out apparently," the giant grumbled.

"Thank you." Sylvie had a look at Ayu-Asra, who was licking the edge of the table near Jon and paying her no attention. "If the dragon starts bothering you, hissing helps best." She turned to Sebastian. "I'd pick up the books first."

Jon turned to look at the dragon, again appraising his value. This time as a finder of shiny and perhaps valuable things. "Like a cat, I see. All right. I think Kord would know all about cats." Said person indicated only gruff annoyance, especially when Auker shrugged and stumbled back toward her office again with utterances to the effect of "wake me up if anything happens".

Sebastian on the other hand nodded back at Sylvie. "I concur. They are where I think they are?" he asked, trying to find a comfortable position for his new satchel. With a twinkle in his eyes, he palmed something from there and showed it to Sylvie; it was a comb.

"Old Ivy, yes." The comb drew a chuckle. Sylvie didn't care what Kord and Jon thought about that. She bade Kord and Jon goodbye before leaving.

Out in the light she kept an eye on Sebastian in case he had something important to say. She was still amused.

The half-elf didn't even bother saying 'bye' to the men, but once they were outside he raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat amused himself. "All right, you. You're in a good mood. I hope there's a reason," he almost purred.

"You." She chuckled. "I have no idea what brought that outburst on, but, yes, that did something."

Bang. There it was again, the hammering inside his mind. Why couldn't it be bells or something? A grin split his angular face. "Flatterer. I'll have to add that to my list of things to make up for later," Sebastian said teasingly, smirking. "You know, unless events unfold dramatically, we'll have quite a bit of time at hand. That said... well, I'm sorry, but we need to discuss this. Do you think I ought to show my face inside Old Ivy? I don't want to cause any more distress to Gemma." The way he said it, it sounded perfectly honest -- and a bit guilty, too. The half-elf, arm around Sylvie's shoulders, looked it too. He really didn't want to distress the matron of the house.

"She'd heard meanwhile that what we told them yesterday evening was true." Sylvie considered that for a bit. "I would think disgruntlement would be more likely than distress." Was that better?

It probably wasn't, but Sebastian shrugged philosophically. "Never mind. I'll wait at the door and if she gives me permission to enter, I will. If she doesn't, I did say I wouldn't set foot inside if they so wished."

Picturing him hovering at the threshold - not entirely seriously - she said, "Now that's twisty."

"I'm known for that sort of thing, but at least I can be polite about it?" he suggested.

"Polite would be good, yes." Yes, still, or again, amused.