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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[keeperofmagi]

I - [You didn't answer her question, Zevran, but she'll move past it.]

No.

He likes poetry?

[ombranera]

He's a romantic at heart, Nerva, he'll love it if you recite it to him.

[keeperofmagi]

[There is a long, long pause, and it's almost as if she's hung up, and then, deadly seriously:]

What kind of poetry.

[ombranera]

...I will pick you up a few volumes of Antivan romantic poetry with translations into Common while I am here. There are a few books in the library of Orlesian poetry but it is all terribly overwrought. Anything by Aleardi is a good bet, especially his verses extolling the virtues of a playful and steadfast lover, likening them to the sun over the sea.

[keeperofmagi]

Aleardi.

[She's definitely overthinking this, as is obvious in how long each pause is taking.]

Very well. Be sure to note the expense, and I will compensate you on your return.

[ombranera]

Call it a belated summersday gift.

[keeperofmagi]

[She makes a small noise, not quite disgusted so much as argumentative, and then sighs.]

Very well.

I appreciate your help, Zevran.

[ombranera]

I am happy to help. Maker knows you will both need all the help you can get.

[keeperofmagi]

I also appreciate your vote of confidence. [Her tone is dry.]

Goodnight, Zevran. [And then she's gone.]