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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

[wizzardly]

........it's a calendar, isn't it.

[wizzardly]

Who? And you ought to get that looked at then, find a healer. I don't know anyone personally but I know there are some.

[slightlyoffchilt]

The man you sent about Petyr.

[Which was a little unfair, Rincewind didn't send him specifically as a hired party.]

[wizzardly]

Petyr? Petyr Baelish? I haven't sent anyone to - !

Did Baelish say I had? [sharply.] Because I wouldn't trust a word from that forked tongue, if I were you. He probably sent whoever it was himself to pin this against me!

[slightlyoffchilt]

[A beat -- because while he trusted Haen's abilities, and his own faith in chemical interference was stalwart, he also trusted Rincewind.]

You are saying to me that you had not encouraged a man to investigate my relationship with Ambassador Baelish?

[wizzardly]

Of course I bloody well didn't. Why would you think that?

[slightlyoffchilt]

He was under chemical influence.

[exceptfebruary]

Correct.

[wizzardly]

...Are you being ambiguous on purpose? I don't know what you're talking about. What has "chemical influence" to do with you thinking I sent someone to attack you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

If you don't mind the simplicity -- we gave him amplified truth-telling serum. And he named you.

[wizzardly]

Well, he was wrong. [retorted flatly, trying to ignore the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. This is odd and concerning.]

...And who's "we"?

[that's most of what concerns him.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, it doesn't matter. If he was wrong, then the methodology was flawed.

[No need to humiliate Haen over this.]

[wizzardly]

Well, he was. This mystery person you haven't even named yet. Which I think is a bit of a conversational oversight, to be honest.

[there's a pause. An uncomfortable, anxious one.]

...You believe me, right?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well I'm not inclined to disbelieve you.

[But he noted that pause. Spoke nothing of it, yet noted it all the same.]

[wizzardly]

[that's not the totally reassuring answer he was looking for.]

I feel I've something of a right to know who's accusing me, anyway. Are they in jail?

[wizzardly]

I'm not sure what I've done to deserve you.

[slightlyoffchilt]

No, he is not. Have you spoken to anyone recently, anyone new? Or strange? He didn't pull your name out of thin air, he must have met you at some point to accuse you.

[wizzardly]

Right, we're all from different universes and we've got powers, everyone here is strange. And I don't know, I talk to a lot of people. No one who really stands out, not recently. There was an unpleasant bodyguard of Baelish's, but I've a feeling you'll say it wasn't him.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You mean Ser Jorah Mormont? He was unpleasant to you?

[wizzardly]

Not particularly. I meant more that he just seems unpleasant. In general.

[...impromptu wizard rescues aside. But that's a little off-topic.]

You know him then.

[slightlyoffchilt]

He is Baelish's. Of course we've met.

[wizzardly]

Right. Thick as thieves, the two of you. How could I forget.

[he couldn't.]

I assume he's already been told about all this then?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I didn't tell him you were named, no.

[But an implied affirmative to all the above.]

[wizzardly]

I don't suppose there's a chance that doesn't reach him?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Not with his knightly piece grimacing the message. You sounds anxious.