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“I would be indebted.” She said, bowing her head slightly in thanks at the gesture. Even as she spoke the words she hoped that she wouldn’t come to regret them. The respect he seemed to have for the archives seemed to hold an air of sincerity, but the unknown still hung between them.

The subject was breached, as if on queue. As if the man had plucked the topic from her mind and laid it on the table to be discussed, as if it were a dish as she had just done for him. Sav took a seat across from soup, staring with doe-like eyes up at him, nodding slowly.

“Men-at-arms rarely do.” It was an observation, one she hoped he didn’t take offense to. “But you don’t look injured, and your uniform leads me to believe that it isn’t sanctuary you seek, which leaves me wondering…”

Her hand extended, inviting him to take the open chair and eat the meal provided.

"What does a man of the Windcrest militia wish of a Vaennord?"

Her order named was the first association she used towards herself, yet she had a feeling it was more than her oath to preserve knowledge that had brought him there. For starters, she wasn't the only of her kind that had taken up habitat under the failing roof; Ronne was brother sworn to the same and yet it was her name Jason had first called out. Still, her pondering was kept silent as she waiting for him to illuminate what was escaping her.