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*Tim is seated at his usual booth, perched on the edge of the chair. His arms are wrapped around a rather thick iron staff with a clawed end. It's new, but already he likes it, despite the weight. It adds just enough mysitcism to the three piece suit, blended nicely. For some reason, his cards are on the table. They just felt like coming out. So, if you want a reading, a flying lesson, or to just talk to Tim, feel free.*

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(Death Eaters - a family - they burned)

Susan looks down at her hot chocolate, and then up again, directly at him.

"Do'ee ken sai Naraht?"

Still nervous, oh aye, but the determination is clear.

*Tim takes a moment.*

Lt Naraht? Yes, I know him.

"He's very concerned about the unfairness of what happened to ye, sai."

(pink everything was pink)

Chin up now, just a bit, as she faces him.

(one of those wizards got past my gun)

"He were very upset."

*Tim sighs, lowering his head.*

I really don't think there was anything unfair to it. Not only did I deserve what I got, but it wasn't even an official action. what happened was between myself and Bernard. We settled it between us. The only way it intersectted bar law was in his removing me from my position. But I understand his reasons.

She sits bolt upright at this, startled.

"It weren't-- it weren't official?"

I didn't break any of the bar laws. What i did was wrong, and every day I regret that I did it. But I broke none of the three rules of the bar.

*A bit of a shrug.*

What followed was Bernard showing his displeasure with me. Even his locking me in the cells isn't nessacarily an official action, since I created the bloody things.

"Aye, it were wrong--" she starts, and then visibly cuts herself off, paling slightly, although her determination is no less present.

A moment, a careful breath, and Susan asks,

"So it were between ye. And sai Naraht -- did'ee make clear to him that it weren't -- it weren't part of security matters, then?"

I thought I had. Obviously I didn't do a good enough job.

*He runs a hand through his hair.*

My mistake....

*And he stares sadly at his shoes.*

Susan's not inclined to take pity on a wizard-turned-traitor, say sorry.

(Rhea - Marten - Walter o'Dim)

She's quiet, watching him for a few moments, thinking of Ace. And it's for Ace's sake that she finally says,

"Mayhap this'll be well, despite-- despite that."

I can but hope for the best.

*He shrugs.*

"Thankee-sai," she says, very carefully polite. "For answering my questions, say true."

*He nods.*

You're quite welcome.

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