[What does he mean about kinds of poison? Is he saying the food might poison them slowly over time in small doses? Or is he saying it might be drugged with something non-poisonous but still nefarious, like sleeping drugs? He just doesn't know what to think, because someone's being deliberately mysterious!
But that "someone" is also offering to cure him. With magic, with medicine, or with... herbs from a huge conservatory garden? There's one of those around here? How big is this place?
There's little sense in asking when he could just find out. Not that he wants to go flower-picking—he'd rather storm up to the management desk and demand some answers. But it doesn't sound like that's an option, so if that's the case, well, perhaps he ought to get the lay of the land.
So, despite all his prior insults, after a moment he decides to accept the offer.]
Well, if you want to serve as my guard dog, that's fine, I suppose.
[He pushes back his chair and gets up to join Leona at the door, managing a small smile.]
You can take me to that conservatory thing. And on the way there, you can explain just what you meant about the food. For example, has it been tampered with or not? I'd like a fuller explanation there.
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Now you're just being vague on purpose!
[What does he mean about kinds of poison? Is he saying the food might poison them slowly over time in small doses? Or is he saying it might be drugged with something non-poisonous but still nefarious, like sleeping drugs? He just doesn't know what to think, because someone's being deliberately mysterious!
But that "someone" is also offering to cure him. With magic, with medicine, or with... herbs from a huge conservatory garden? There's one of those around here? How big is this place?
There's little sense in asking when he could just find out. Not that he wants to go flower-picking—he'd rather storm up to the management desk and demand some answers. But it doesn't sound like that's an option, so if that's the case, well, perhaps he ought to get the lay of the land.
So, despite all his prior insults, after a moment he decides to accept the offer.]
Well, if you want to serve as my guard dog, that's fine, I suppose.
[He pushes back his chair and gets up to join Leona at the door, managing a small smile.]
You can take me to that conservatory thing. And on the way there, you can explain just what you meant about the food. For example, has it been tampered with or not? I'd like a fuller explanation there.