The Leaky Servo

She seemed human, the woman who had come to greet them. Corin felt that the word seemed might be doing a lot of work, there, but then again, she had also heard the same phrase applied to her sister, usually after she'd slaughtered everything in her path.

Silah was human, in Corin's mind, but she sometimes wondered about everyone else - and she was wondering what this woman was, in her own mind. She didn't seem that old, either, maybe Corin or Silah's age. The inside of the Leaky Servo seemed more like a scrap heap than anything else, a mishmash of spare parts and spare people, with tables jammed in amongst cables and bits of machinery she couldn't guess at the nature of.

"I pray we remain together. And everyone else prays my sister remains with us as well." Silah was answering the woman's question - Corin hadn't heard her ask one, but maybe she had just been distracted. Apparently she wasn't being silent any more, but she was being a little bit self-deprecatory, or perhaps it was merely meant as a jest. Usually it came off as the latter, but Corin knew her sister well enough to be aware that there was something of the former in there as well, always. Silah knew what she was, and what she had done - she just didn't think about it much, because either she was doing it or she was thinking about the gods' absence.

If they were with her all the time, now, though, what was she going to be like? Would she still be Corin's same sister? Could you miss someone who was standing only a meter away?

Corin already knew the answer to that one - she had known it for twenty years. She looked around again, more as an excuse to find something else to think about, and returned her attention to the woman. "What is this place? I expected to find more souls in here. Or... at least, more people..."
 
Leaky Servo Interior: Corin and Silah View Render

"I understand," Xilunexus replied solemnly to Silah. Her tone was warm but carried no hint of patronizing. The AI hologram flickered for a moment, and the space around—all except for her kind smile—blurred for a moment.

"This is the Leaky Servo," Xilunexus said as she turned her attention towards Corin after answering Silah's question. "This is a place where refreshment, respite, and recuperation is freely available to all those who find themselves passing through Nexus City, whether residents, willing expatriates, or any variety of displacement-experienced entity(ies)."

The hologram's smile deepened as the 'skin' around its eyes crinkled further. Xilunexus had no doubt that things like parenthetical modifiers were audible when she stressed them enough. At least, so Alaxel posited. She discounted the aside that 'all organics love it when you use slower and louder audio waveforms for your emphasis identifier,' which let her know there was at least a kernel of wisdom in the remainder.

"There are currently 78,758 patrons within the boundaries of the Leaky Servo," Xilunexus added cheerily. "Privacy is a default here, although many do choose to engage in public spaces. You simply need to open yourself to the idea, and a path to one of the shared spaces will present itself if you desire?" Her statement dipped into a question as the outline of the idea of a hallway began to form behind the representation of Xilunexus.


  • I understand," Xilunexus replied solemnly to Silah. Her tone was warm but carried no hint of patronizing. The AI hologram flickered for a moment, and the space around—all except for her kind smile—blurred for a moment.

  • "This is the Leaky Servo," Xilunexus said as she turned her attention towards Corin after answering Silah's question. "This is a place where refreshment, respite, and recuperation is freely available to all those who find themselves passing through Nexus City, whether residents, willing expatriates, or any variety of displacement-experienced entity(ies)."

  • The hologram's smile deepened as the 'skin' around its eyes crinkled further. Xilunexus had no doubt that things like parenthetical modifiers were audible when she stressed them enough. At least, so Alaxel posited. She discounted the aside that 'all organics love it when you use slower and louder audio waveforms for your emphasis identifier,' which let her know there was at least a kernel of wisdom in the remainder.

  • "There are currently 78,758 patrons within the boundaries of the Leaky Servo," Xilunexus added cheerily. "Privacy is a default here, although many do choose to engage in public spaces. You simply need to open yourself to the idea, and a path to one of the shared spaces will present itself if you desire?" Her statement dipped into a question as the outline of the idea of a hallway began to form behind the representation of Xilunexus.
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Sierra flexed her mechanical arm. The cleaning from earlier was clearly felt; the action was a lot smoother throughout its travel. It felt like there were another couple of grains of stubborn sand in there, but she could live with it for now.

"Just the whiskey, thank you. This was not an... elective surgery. Not to mention, the nanites in my blood keep me in good condition. Makes it a pain in the ass to get drunk in the first place."

She smirked a bit as she spoke, made sure her collar was popped when she alluded to her injury, and settled into her seat.

"Oh and yeah, make it a double, please."

As the proprietor prepared the drink, Sierra took stock of the new characters in the room. There were the odd sisters. The first seemed as mechanical as... Xelo... Xila... Fuck it: X. The first seemed as mechanical as X herself. The second was clearly a companion to the first. Handler? The older of the two seemed resolved, but her eyes scared Sierra.

Continuing to scan, Misaki's eyes landed on the young lady (Young? She is probably older than I am.) that walked past her to the bar. She definitely looks like an out-of-towner. Wonder if she has any cool trinkets from home?

The rogue continued to size up Gabi as a mark, watching and waiting for a time to make her move.
 
This was a very strange place - and this was a very strange person, as well. Corin mentally let a little more weight settle on that seemed from before, wondering how much the seeming could bear before it broke. She supposed, like most things, it depended on how much other support it had.

There was a hallway now, and Corin was fairly certain there hadn't been one before - not that it had been hidden, that it hadn't been. She didn't know why her mind was precisely so insistent on this, but maybe it was just an effect of all of this strangeness. She took a step towards it and the others, then realized that Silah hadn't moved, still staring at the seemingly human woman, who was smiling at her with the sort of kindness that came before. It was different from the kindnesses that came after. Those were warier, more pitying, if they came at all.

"Silah?" Corin could hear voices down the hallway, and occasionally catch a glimpse of a figure, but she wasn't willing to go without her sister, and her sister still seemed focused on this stranger.

"You are... not the god we're looking for." A pronouncement, after a while. Corin wished she could say that she didn't know what Silah meant by it, but she was afraid that she did. She looked over at the woman one more time, wondering if she dared change seeming to seeing.

Probably not. She had enough to handle already. "Come on. If there's seventy-thousand-some people in there, maybe one of them has some ideas for us." Corin turned again to the seeming-woman, and gave her a slight incline of her head, respectful. "Thank you."

It was always a good idea to be appreciative of powerful beings, after all, especially those who were powerful enough to seem human.

Corin made sure Silah was with her, stepping aside to let her go in front, as usual, and watching her from behind as they traversed the hallway into - presumably - a more open area where there would be other people. She tried not to notice that Silah was humming again, and when that failed, she tried not to let it bother her. "Hmm-mmm-mmmno wonder you didn't like this place."

"What?"

"It looks like the inside of an abandoned hospital, or an abandoned workshop, or an abandoned office."

"What?" Usually Corin was the one who was holding up the conversational weight, but this time she'd gotten thrown. She looked around, then looked at her sister. "What do you see, then?"

"Oh, a little bit of everything." A break, although it wasn't silent, because of the humming. "All at once, somewhat. Like... hmm...mmm~mm, hm? Oh. Like one of those pictures, the ones that are one thing until you realize that they're something else, and always have been."

Corin attempted to process this, and wasn't sure she had done it properly, except... there was an image that came to mind after all, something about vases and faces and negative spaces. "Ah. Well. Don't walk into anything that hasn't been there and always has been."

Silah's laughter was soft, and remarkably - seemingly human.
 
It took the space cadet a few minutes to realize there hadn’t even been anyone at the counter when she spoke. For fuck’s sake, Gab. Pay attention to your surroundings. God, Renee would be so disappointed. Not like that was anything unusual. Her older sister was often disappointed in her poor situational awareness. Which honestly, was fair. That was of course how she managed to get her dumbass captured after all. Well, that was neither here nor there and even though Renee irked her, she still wanted to find her.

“Hmm..?” Looking around, the brunette tried to figure out who was speaking to her as far as she could tell, no one was nearby. The bird flying down from the rafters caught her attention and she couldn’t help but hiss at the displeasing memory the action invoked.

“Fucking rafters…” Gabrielle mumbled those two words, attempting to remain fairly friendly and not rude. She blinked more than twice when the bird somehow became a woman, albeit a short one. But, honestly, somehow it felt familiar. She was pretty used to strange things back at Gambits. Beaming happily when the drinks she asked for were displayed on a silver tray in front of her, she took them both.

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I need these.” Tossing back the pickle shot, the slender female cocked her head at the questions and frowned deeply.

“I was told by someone that coming here would lead to my sister. I thought it was a portal back to my world… and back to my bar. But alas… he lied. I guess you could say I was displaced recently. I honestly am not even sure what happened. It’s like part of my mind went blank and then I was here.” As she spoke, she started to sip on the ruby relaxer, quite enjoying the taste.

“Where is this place anyway? Or maybe the question is, what is this place? The Nexus? Are there ways to get back to my world?” Her fingers traced along the rim of the glass while doing her best to stay stoic. While waiting for her answers, she gazed around the vicinity, brown eyes seemingly glowing a bit purple in the light. The model took in the other patrons, knowing she’d be doing the same at her father’s bar.
 
Sierra sipped her drink and watched as the brunette engaged with her own version of the same bartender. "This place never gets old, I'll tell you that," she muttered almost soundlessly.

"And neither do the people." Her eyes were drawn to a shape under the model's clothing. She's packing heat?! Did not expect that.

Just as this evaluation was starting to get interesting, the woman started looking around. The rogue reached again for her drink in order to act casual but instead bumped the rim, sloshing out a little booze. Thankfully she caught it in time before it fully fell over, but she realized that instead of blending in, she had likely just drawn attention to herself.

It's alright, Misaki. Sure, she'll notice you. But there's no way she can know you were planning to rob her, or that you were even watching her. You're just a drunk idiot right now. She'll never know the difference.

"Shit," she said flatly as she blushed and averted her eyes, and then took a sip of what was left of her whiskey before she started to wipe up the mess with a handkerchief.
 
Corin supposed she wasn't really surprised that there was a bar here. It seemed like the sort of place to have one, although she did wonder if maybe if she had thought it seemed like the place to have a pleasant little tea house, it would have been that instead. Or perhaps it had more to do with the others here, and whether they thought there should be a bar. She wondered if they would have rather had a tea house as well, and thought that she would probably never ask them.

Some of them seemed to have managed to order drinks, and Corin wondered what the range of offerings was here as far as that went. Probably anything she could imagine, but her imagination on that account was not particularly vivid. That might have been fortunate. She chivvied her sister towards one of the barstools, close enough to the other patrons that they could talk if they needed to, or wanted to.

There didn't seem to be a posted menu, although Corin was fairly certain she wouldn't have known what half of the items on it were anyway. She flagged the tender, briefly. "Can I get... hm. A sweet white wine of some variety, maybe something local. And tea for my sister. She doesn't drink." The Wardens were, in fact, prohibited from it. Corin thought this was less a matter of religious fervor and more to do with the idea that the Wardens were enough to handle without any mind-altering substances.
 
Gabrielle wasn't surprised when the answer she received was not the one she wanted. Would she ever find Renee again? At the rate, her luck was going? Probably not. Though, the brunette couldn't help but note that it was nice not having to be a bar owner at that moment. Aside from the rafters, this place wasn't too shabby. Shifting a little in the seat, she looked over at the other patrons and arched her brow at a nearby one that somehow managed to spill her drink. Was she that toasted already? Shaking her head, Gaby ordered another drink and exhaled deeply.

"Maybe slow down, mm?" She studied the clumsy female for a few minutes longer before finally looking back away again. She swept her hair over her shoulders propping her head against her hand while leaning on the counter.

"Then again... drinking can be fun with the right company?" Gabby grinned, grabbing her drink before moving over to the table where the woman was sitting. Her gaze shifted briefly toward the other two women smiling at them. The more the merrier, right? Right.
 
What is she--oh shit she's coming over!

Sierra screamed in her head, even as she greeted the woman with a grin. With no way of knowing of Gabby's internal monologue, Sierra voiced the same cliché. "The more the merrier!"

Her words didn't slur, and it might have given away that she wasn't a drunk as she may have first appeared. "Sorry about that. I'm not that drunk, promise!" She pushed the napkin to the corner of the table and swallowed the last of her whiskey as her eyes regarded the model's.

Breaking eye contact to address the bar this time, Sierra asked, "Could I get another?" The rogue's smile persisted, shifting her attention to her mark as she waited.
 
It seemed as if Corin's bar could provide just about anything. Silah didn't think it was her bar, since it wasn't really in her mental space - she was merely a visitor in someone else's. There would be people who would have been bothered by this, but she was not one of them. Silah spent enough time in a somewhat altered state of mentality that she found all realities to be equally valid.

This reality presented her with a cup of tea, which she accepted, sipping at it slowly. It was rather pale, she thought, something delicate and lightly floral, lacking the bitterness that she was accustomed to. It was something to keep her hands busy, however, and perhaps that was all that was needed. Her fingertips branched over the cup, letting the steam tickle her palm, and she splayed her other hand over the saucer, holding it like a discus. The edge wasn't sharp, but if thrown hard enough, it would hardly matter.

That was, perhaps, not immediately relevant. Her gaze moved around the barren tundra or vast starscape or rampant foetid jungle or whatever it was choosing to be. There were others there, not merely her sister. Not enemies, or at least, not right now.

She slipped off of the edge of a mushroom or a barstool or a pillar of ice, making her way over to the emptiness or the frozen river or the fallen log or the table, and leaning against it or against nothing at all, looking over the other two as they looked over their drinks.

"Hell~lo." Oh, that was her. She'd forgotten she could talk. "Hm~mm... have you seen any gods? We seem to have misplaced one."

Footsteps, behind her - an enemy? No, her sister. Well, that was all right. "Ah, I'm sorry! So sorry!" Her sister's voice, ever apologetic. "I'm Corin, my sister is... she's - well. Not... always..." Silah smiled and sipped her tea, and her sister trailed off, though perhaps the meaning was obvious, in the asymmetric curvature of the smile. "Ah. Well... she's not wrong."
 
Sitting down across from the female, Gabrielle blinked when she said exactly what the mutant had been thinking. Was she a mind reader?! Staring hard, it took her a few minutes to realize the supposed drunk didn't slur her words. Was she just clumsy then? There were too many variables and it was starting to put her on edge. She didn't do well with unfamiliarity.

"Mmm, they sure do have good drinks, eh?" She flashed the unknown woman a smile, still sipping on her drink. She wasn't really a heavy drinker and was trying to keep from overdoing it. Slow and steady wins the race after all.

"Glad to hear you're not drunk, though I guess it is your right to get hammered if you want." Raising a single shoulder in a shrug, she was about to ask if the woman knew Renée, when another female approached them asking about lost gods?

"Uuh..." Blinking and rubbing her eyes in confusion, Gaby flicked her gaze to the other lady that walked up seconds later. So, they were sisters just out looking for lost gods. Nothing weird about that, right?

"Hi there. I'm Gabrielle LeBeau and no... I've not seen and gods. You haven't happened to meet anyone by the name of Renée LeBeau have you?"
 
It just was not Sierra's day. She was so distracted by Gabby's presence that she did not notice the pair of sisters she'd already written off as they approached. Of course, she didn't notice when the glass she was drinking got refilled either, but she normally didn't. But she was glad, as she picked up the glass with her robotic left hand, silicone fingertips gripping the glass, and took a large sip, relishing the burn as it went down. She grimaced from the booze, partly to hide her discomfort with the crowd, and then masked it with a grin.

"Hello, Gabrielle, Corin, and..." The grin vanished for a moment, replaced by a pensive scowl. "...and Corin's sister. I think I must have missed your name." The smile returned, as vibrant as before.

"In any case, I'm Sierra Misaki." She offered her human hand to Silah to shake in introduction first, but would go around in order, greeting all of them, as she continued speaking.

"The three of you look a bit out of place, which is actually pretty normal for Nexus." She gave a charming giggle. "I was born here, personally. But almost everyone here is coming, going, or passing through.

"Unfortunately, I don't think I saw this Renée passing through. No gods either, though I do think I saw an angel talking to a drider the other day." She paused, splashing whiskey down her throat again. "Probably not who you're looking for though.

"Lucky for y'all, I know this town pretty well. I'm sure if you're willing to compensate me for the effort, I could help track down Renée and your god errant, if they're still in town. If not... Well, who knows? I've gone off-world quite a few times, myself. I could offer my services for that also."

The woman leaned back in her chair, with that charlatan's grin glued on her face.
 
Oh, good, introductions were being made. That was much better than the alternative. One of the women - Sierra, it seemed - offered a hand to Silah, who stared at it curiously. Corin stepped in and accepted the handshake instead, hopefully before it got too awkward. "Oh, sorry. Her name is Silah. She... her Order doesn't usually touch people, often."

"Sometimes we do..." Silah sounded delighted, which was all well and good if one didn't know that she was talking about tearing out their intestines and using them to strangle the next poor sod. So much for not being awkward... well, Corin could only hope that no one else knew about that.

Corin offered a hand to Gabrielle as well, though she wouldn't insist on it if a handshake wasn't wanted. If nothing else, hopefully it would keep people from poking at her sister too much - or, rather, keep her sister from poking at them too much. "I haven't heard of any Renée, but as Ms. Misaki said, we only just arrived. I'd certainly be willing to let you know if we do."

Ms. Misaki had her own suggestion, though, about offering to track the missing down. Corin wasn't entirely sure about how that would go. "Ah... hm. Perhaps? Although, if we do find our lost god, it would be... shall we say, a very good idea if my sister is there to um... distract it." If it was anything like the known gods, anyway, it wasn't going to be the sort of reunion that ended with music playing and cheer.

Although, Corin supposed there might be music... and... someone might be cheerful. Silah was still staring at the woman who'd offered her a handshake, rather like someone considering the best way to gut a fish but deciding to watch it flop around for a bit first. "Com-pen-sa-tion?"
 
Her fingers clenched the glass tightly when it became clear that Renèe hadn't been spotted by the others. Of course she wasn't around. Damn it all to hell. Scowling angrily at her drink, Gaby couldn't help but become sullen. This whole situation was just a bust. For a few minutes, she tuned out the conversation and just thought back to the last time she spoke with her sis. It hadn't been the best conversation and had she known she'd lose Renèe, maybe she would've said other things.

"Hnn...?" Blinking at the hand stretched out at her, Gabrielle gingerly shook it and smiled faintly.

"I don't even know if she's in this town. I'm still unsure how I got to this town. I thought this would be a portal back to my reality." Sipping more on her drink, she peered at the three women before she looked directly at Sierra.

"I'm not against hiring you, but just how much compensation are you wanting?"
 
The tiny woman put her leg up on the seat of her chair and rubbed her chin with the rubbery fingertips of her left hand. She was out of her depth; from sneakthief to private investigator was a little bit of a leap.

Better to keep 'em close, Misaki. Never know when an opportunity will present itself.

"I'm not one to rake someone over the coals. Cover my expenses plus a small per diem, and we can discuss a bonus when and if I find your missing person." She shifted her eyes from Gabby to Silah, before quickly diverting attention to Corin. "Or god, as the case may be. If I don't... well, we'll consider the per diem and expenses payment. Seems fair to me; if I don't find them you're just paying for the effort, and if I do, you pay a little extra for the payoff."

Sierra took a sip of her drink before continuing. "To be honest, I am not actually sure how I'd track a god. A person, though..." Eye contact back to Gabby. "...that would be much easier. I do have some contacts, and I can put out some feelers to see if they've seen anyone matching the descriptions. Of course, I'd need to know who I'm looking for first: physical descriptions, etc."
 
"Food expenses covered up to a per-diem cap, we decide the accommodations." Corin was used to negotiating, since it was generally better if she did the negotiations. Of course, generally the church was the one covering their expenses, but she at least knew how it worked well enough to make some quick judgments. Taking control of the accommodation decision was important, because it meant that Ms. Miyaki couldn't expense a resort stay, if that were something she was inclined to do. Corin had been accused of plotting that before, usually by someone who thought that a shed out back ought to be fine for them to stay in.

She tried to be understanding, because people didn't exactly want Silah nearby, but at the same time, she didn't really enjoy bedding down amidst all the poorly cleaned farm tools. If their finder was willing to accept the same level of accommodations as the rest of them, then that was her problem. "No coverage for entertainment, alcohol or other drugs, or weapons." They didn't need weapons. They already had one. She was standing next to Corin, sipping tea and spinning the cup around in its saucer, not spilling a drop.

Corin looked over to Ms. LeBeau. "Fifty-fifty split on coverage for her?"
 
Gaby realized she had absolutely no idea how to negotiate. She had never been one for negotiating. Usually her fist ramming into someone's face or something being charged and thrown at another person was her way to negotiate. So, she was incredibly grateful when Corin spoke up to give her bargaining chip or negotiating chip... whatever it may be. Remaining quiet for the time the brunette just played with her cup after finally finishing it. She felt floaty but not in a drunk way specifically just on the verge of feeling good. She knew better than to get any more because the pickle shot and the ruby relaxer was enough to get her to where she needed to be after all the stress. Unlike her sister she wasn't a huge alcohol drinker.

"Huh?" Breaking back to reality, Gabrielle realized that Corin had addressed her.

Staring for probably longer than what was necessary, the mutant finally just Shrugged her shoulders and decided that 50% of whatever they had just discussed was fine. Maybe in the future she would learn to actually pay attention to listen, but it probably wasn't likely. She's been like this most of her life and only tune in to things that interested her such as modeling. Exhaling deeply Gaby small brightly and nodded her head yet again.

"That seems fair to me. How about it, Sierra? Do we have a deal? Oh, and.. I should emphasize that Renee needs to be found alive. Otherwise, don't fucking kill her. If she attacks you, which she will, just knock her ass out. And another note, beware of things in her hands because we both have a special gift from our father and, yeah.. I'll just leave it at that for now"
 
Sierra squinted at the woman as she attempted to negotiate.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to commit my time to this, and you want to only reimburse my expenditure and meals? My time is worth something, lady. That per diem is a flat rate, because it's what's gonna keep a roof over my head during this investigation. This is already an insanely good deal for a private investigator. No up-front costs, no hourly rates, nothing. If you would prefer to turn down the flat daily rate, we could itemize by an hourly rate, but that would be to your detriment."

She of course wanted to keep them close, but accepting this work without any profit at all would surely be suspicious.

"As for accommodations, sure. While we're in Nexus, I won't need a place. I have one." Several, actually, but those are more like safe houses and you don't need to know about them. "You could crash at my place while we're here if you want. Sounds like you're trying to save cash. But if we're off-world, sure. You pick the accommodations."

Sierra had all the weapons she needed, and she didn't drink on the job unless it was to blend in socially anyway, so those stipulations suited her.
 
"Well, you seemed bored," Corin responded to the question about per diem with a cheeky grin. "I thought we would be doing you a favor."

Ridiculously, she was finding that she liked these people. Maybe it was just because they were offworlders and didn't really know about Silah, but... well, the truth was, Corin had been Silah's minder for as long as she could remember. Everywhere she'd been in her life had been... courteous. Unfailingly courteous, of course, but no one really wanted them around longer than they had to be. It was a distant sort of politeness, the sort that encouraged them to do what they needed to and get on their way.

Even their mother. Her house had always been their house. They had always been welcome. And yet... when they'd announced they were leaving, there had been something in her that had seemed like... relief. Corin supposed that most children were out of the house by the time they were Corin and Silah's age, and maybe it was only that, but it was still a challenge. She wanted to find somewhere to fit in, but Silah didn't fit in anywhere, and Corin couldn't leave her.

She sipped at her drink - slowly, it wouldn't do to drink it too fast - and thought about the counter-offer. It wasn't a bad one, and it made a lot of sense.

"Tell you what. We'll cover a per-diem in return for your letting the rest of us stay at your accommodations while we're in the Nexus. You might not need a place, but we do - and if we can write off that expenditure, it gives us a budget to pay you with, and it would probably be a good idea to have a set return point." They could have set that return point as Cael-Rielle, but Corin didn't know how many times she wanted to try to transition Silah on and off world. The first time had been hard enough.

"We'll cover that part, then Ms. LeBeau can cover any finders-fee with relation to her missing Renee. Three days' grace cancellation in either direction." They would cover her for three additional per diem if it didn't work out, but that would also mean Ms. Misaki would be on the hook to cover three days' expenses if she cancelled the contract because of-

Corin looked over at her sister, who was... humming. Again.

"Does that work for everyone?"
 
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"Works for me." Sierra took another sip of her whiskey. Sometimes she disliked those pesky nanobots that kept her healthy; metabolizing alcohol so quickly meant she had to really work to keep a buzz. "You guys just get here through the Point then? If you like, we can stop by my place to unburden yourselves of anything you don't want to carry around. I can give you the lay of the land on the way. And then when we're there you can give me the full descriptions of the folks you're seeking."

The rogue shot a glance at Corin. "Still unsure about your God situation, but maybe I'll track that angel down that I saw; maybe he'll know something about it."
 
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