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Summoneyy called it a war, corrected the name, and immediately had Meho and herself producing the customary cries of traitor and jail. Arrowyy demanded I account for my inspection of public offices, with the pleased alarm of a son discovering his father owns a lockpick. I do not.
I told them I had only rattled a few doors marked public and found their locks made of wet bread. Arrowyy called this going hard, which is rich from a blood elf who has mistaken several minor inconveniences for quests. Still, it is nice to know they would notice if I were hauled off. Eventually.
