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*Roger is humming as he enters the bar--a melancholy sort of hum.*

*Alanna approaches with a determined stride, her eyes cold. She's all business this evening.*

I need to speak with you.

Roger raises his eyebrows, pausing the hum; some vestige of the tune seems to linger.

Yes, Lioness? I am all ears and attentiveness.

*Her eyes flash as her hand clenches around the sword's hilt.*

I need you to come with me.

*Roger raises an eyebrow, but amiably.*

Direct as always. Am I allowed inquiry?

*Alanna quirks an eyebrow*

I suppose it is within your rights. How would you feel about visiting Thom?

*another eyebrow raise*

Why do I think you're not asking me to bring him pastries and good wishes?

*In no mood for Roger's wit, Alanna rolls her eyes and growls.*

Thom dislikes pastries and scoffs at good wishes. Bigby consented to a brief visit. Now, are you coming or not?

*Roger sticks out a hip, placing a hand on it.*

Why so suddenly a visit? And what sort of a visit?

I think I deserve the dignity of an explanation, my dear.

*Frowning, Alanna eyes the hand on his hip. Funny, she's seen Delia do exactly the same thing. Perhaps it's some strange court ritual she's been blissfully unaware of until now.*

You deserve nothing. I will explain things simply because it makes my life easier. Are you aware of why Thom is being held?

*Roger lets the jab pass without comment.*

Some affair with the bar.

In the simplest terms, yes. *Alanna runs a hand through her hair and grimaces.* Thom is being held in relation to the bar defacement. True to form, he has been less than forthcoming with the security staff. *wryly* Including me. I have no doubt that Thom is hiding something. Do you have any idea what that might be?

*Roger shrugs; his face is impassive.*

I have no knowledge of it. I would have to ask him.

That's the idea. I love it when things fall so nicely into place, don't you?

*Smirking, Alanna moves forward and looks him in the eye.*

My brother talks to you. He tells you things he holds back from everyone else. Only the Goddess knows why. I have relayed this pertinent fact to Bigby, and he has asked me to collect you and proceed directly to the security office so that you may question Thom.

*She pauses, biting her tongue rather than say something suitably scathing about Roger's relationship with Thom. As much as she hates the fact, she needs Roger right now. Thom needs Roger.*

I feel I should warn you that angering Bigby would not work to your advantage... just so we are clear.

*Roger nods, impassively.

Inwardly a great tide of relief surges through him.

He smiles pleasantly.*

Well, lead on, dear Lioness.

*Alanna eyes him with deep suspicion for a moment, then nods.*

*curtly* Good. Remember, we are interested in what happened to the bar and Thom's involvement in the incident. Do not attempt anything untoward.

*Shaking her head in the manner of someone engaged in a great internal debate, she points to the staff quarters and leads Roger to the office.

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