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[wythersake]

Of course. I'm awful with knives, you're getting better, you've quite promised not to stab me —

[heorte]

And you'd like me to help you get better.

[ this feels like an ambush. ]

Alright. I'll teach you what I know, but you'll have to get someone else if you're hoping to be any good.

[wythersake]

[ first lesson of rogue school ellis ]

Splendid. I presume you've worked with mages before.

[heorte]

Aye, but not instructing.

[ bleak lol about clarel's plans ]

They knew their business on the field, and I knew mine. It worked.

[wythersake]

Very tidy. Then I'll swear upon — well, I don't know if my mother has a grave, but you needn't fret for bringing any spells into it.

[heorte]

I'm not afraid of your magic.

[ however ]

But I'd prefer if you didn't set me on fire.

[wythersake]

Picky, picky.

[heorte]

I'm not as useful to you when lightly singed.

[wythersake]

Oh, there's a joke in there for coffee, but it'll only make me wistful.

[heorte]

Shame.

[ about the joke or the coffee, who knows ]

When would you like to begin?

[wythersake]

Smythe and I have a habit of meeting nearabouts dawn. A quick run, etcetera. You're welcome to join —

[ probably. joselyn has eyes. ]

— Or later, at your leisure.

[heorte]

I would run with you.

[ a beat, then— ]

I cannot promise I am as fast as either of you.

[wythersake]

Good, I could use the ego boost.

[heorte]

Consider me at your service then.

[ and jos'?? ellis can't really predict where his commitments here are taking him. ]