"Darlington," he says, taking the hand and shaking it with a smile of his own. This is a much better conversation than he'd expected.
He finds himself reaching for a pocket to find something to write this down with, but of course he's only wearing the shirt, so he scribbles it onto his clipboard instead: A.G., E. Json 1868, Minerva?
"You've summoned more than one? Who have you summoned? Why?" He has a million questions, and he's not at all sure where to start. It's a little like summoning research with the Albermarle Book. He knows he needs a more precise question, but where do you even begin?
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He finds himself reaching for a pocket to find something to write this down with, but of course he's only wearing the shirt, so he scribbles it onto his clipboard instead: A.G., E. Json 1868, Minerva?
"You've summoned more than one? Who have you summoned? Why?" He has a million questions, and he's not at all sure where to start. It's a little like summoning research with the Albermarle Book. He knows he needs a more precise question, but where do you even begin?