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[wastingtime]

[the number here may or may not be familiar to some, but its pen taps the paper for some time, as if trying to decide how to start. finally;]

How best do you convince the taximan (and whatever police he threatens to summon) that you did not, in fact, pack a greatsword with your luggage and the fact that there is one in there now is completely out of your hands?

And for that matter, am I allowed to keep said greatsword if I insist it was some sort of prank? It was my luggage, and if something saw fit to give it back to me I believe I should very well keep the damn thing. (Especially after it ruined my best shirts.)

Lyall, I hope you'll read this before you reach our meeting place. I believe I may be delayed for some time.

To the rest of you- if we've already met, I do apologize for these months of forgetfulness but I consider this headache my due punishment. If we haven't - my name is Elian, and I will be pleased to meet you once I am done convincing this poor man I'm as much a victim in this little debacle as he.

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[wastingtime]

[there's another stretch of silence, in which Elian's face stretches in to a grimace. he doesn't need to say how hard any of it is; it's written plain, there.]

I think, at best, it would be a cautionary tale. My service did not...go well.

[professorwolf]

[Okay, maybe he can't. Lyall is a bit surprised by the reticence, and he glances over at his older friend in askance. Then he decides he might not want to push that hard.]

It's entirely your decision, of course. If you'd rather not get into it, you certainly don't have to.

[wastingtime]

[he nods slightly, grimace slowly fading] Maybe in time. [that's neutral enough, right?] For now, I'd better get familiar with everything again.

[professorwolf]

[Subject change accepted. Lyall nods.]

Whatever I can do to help, you know I will. Anything still fuzzy, or that you need to catch up on, I'll answer what I know.