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[bardische]

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[bardische]

Perhaps he had. He was starting to think he'd done poorly with this entire mission. But all he could do was adjust and push forward.

"It is," he agrees, closing the door and restoring the wards. "There is old magic here; we will not be found while it is shut, but it is not wise to stay long."

The space is small, one central room with a small stove, a single modest sized bed, a few chairs. There's a bathroom off to one side.

"Take the bed and rest. I will make food and stand watch until we switch."

[disarming_prince]

Old magic? What would that even mean? Ravus sighs and he looks around the space to consider. The bed was... singular. But it was hardly like they were going to share.

"If there is magic warding this place from knowledge, why would there be shifts for watching?"

It's just a logical question from his point of view.

[bardische]

"They cannot see in, but we can see out."

Why would he not want the added intelligence?

"Also, solider's habit. Go sleep."

[disarming_prince]

So why would they bother looking out? Well, Ravus supposes he doesn't care as much.

"You assume I would be capable of rest after such paranoid behavior," Ravus notes.

At least on the chocobo he had been warm and the movement of the bird had been soothing.