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[cozen]

I see.

[ Can he take Loxley's word for it? Perhaps, perhaps not. But it is at least something better to report than burglary, for that one item on the list.

At the first stairs, before he moves on— ]

By fine, do you mean she is out of the house now?

[charmoffensive]

Yes, and among friends.

[ He seems to relax a little when Bastien asks that question. That he cares to seems like a good sign. ]

Will that clear it up, or is it so dire you require her-- I don't know, testimony?

[cozen]

I couldn't say. But I can tell the division heads that talking to her might be an option.

[ A bit of a questioning lilt to that, but not so questioning he pauses before he moves on to point two: ]

Did you get into a fight with a young man in Lowtown? Ah—Hansen?

[charmoffensive]

I don't know that name. I mean, I don't take down details of anyone I might scrap with, but look--

[ He pauses, as if to judge how to explain. Or how to phrase his explanations. ]

The only people I might cross are people who deserve crossing. I'd wager that whoever's harassing the Viscount's office with this nonsense deserved it as well. Did they leave a name?

[cozen]

No. It was anonymous. Or the Viscount's office says it is. Maybe that is to prevent us from seeking revenge.

[ That's a joke. ]

But it came to me all as one complaint from one person, which does seem odd, doesn't it? Unless these people all got together to discuss their problems. Perhaps they drink together.

[charmoffensive]

Perhaps they do.

[ Bastien has his papers, and Loxley ought to let him go through them. Instead, he asks-- ]

Do you spend much time in Darktown, serah? Or the, hmm, knifier ends of Lowtown.

[ ('Serah'. He's rather fond of that localism.) ]

[cozen]

Not much, no.

[ The papers wait very patiently. ]