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Given the relatively small population, it shouldn't come as much surprise that there isn't much of anything to interrupt her for the first hour or two after her arrival. There's some muttering about the arrival of uplanders, but that's as much directed at her fellows as her, and the fact that she came in with Lann and Wenduag vouching for her seems to have quieted most of the doubters.

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No, the main thing that has the potential to interrupt a quiet evening studying new spells comes in the form of someone else from the surface; in this case, a greying man absolutely covered in cobwebs who makes a production of his every move. Under the dust and webs his clothing appears quite expensive, but whoever this is isn't so famous she'd recognize them on sight after a week in Kenabres; at the very least, they probably weren't at the count's party?

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...Huh. 

Luzai tucks the spellbook away and drifts nearer to the man. If he made it here on his own, he's either good or lucky. Or there are fewer somewhat disturbed exiles than her experience would suggest. 

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The fact that he has a rapier and a cloak of resistance would seem to suggest the former, but he doesn't appear to be especially physically fit and lacks the injuries you would expect from trying to manage even a relatively easy fight solo. He doesn't leave her much time to speculate, though, since the moment he catches sight of her he changes directions and starts moving towards Luzai.

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Okay??? She is going to be normal about this. Even though by any objective standard TOO MANY THINGS have already happened. If he's mistaken her for an actual undead and is going to assault her about it then she can be unchill about it after the fact. 

"Hello," she says, tucking her hands behind her back so he won't see her fingers twitch. 

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If he notices she's nervous, he certainly doesn't dignify it with the response of changing his behavior. 

"You there! You're from the surface as well, aren't you?"

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She's not worried about him seeing that she's nervous; she's worried that he'll decide she's going to cast spells at him. Which she won't, but the governess back home was worried enough about the possibility to try fruitlessly to train the twitchy out of her hands. 

"Yes, that's right. I arrived in the city a few weeks ago." 

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"Excellent. Well, if you made it here from Kenabres, that means there's a way to get back to there. Where is it?"

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"...Well, I got here by falling into a chasm in the earth, so going back that way isn't going to work unless you have the ability to fly or spider-climb or something, but some of us are going to try the Shield Maze tomorrow, which is supposed to also be a way to the surface." 

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"Horgus Gwerm doesn't indulge in such frippery, no. Who is this us of yours?"

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She ticks off her fingers. "Me, Anevia, Seelah who's a paladin, Camellia who's some kind of divine-ish-I-think spellcaster who isn't a cleric, and two of the locals." 

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If he has any particular reaction to the fourth name, it's not visible in his voice or face.

"Anevia Tirabade? Of all people..." The man shakes his head. "Still, if she's bringing you lot with her you're presumably capable enough. Who is the leader of your group? Horgus Gwerm does not intend to stay down here any longer than he must."

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"We haven't worked out anything formal, but I guess Anevia? Since she's the most experienced?" She is not going to explain that Anevia's selection criteria here is "happened to fall in the same hole as her." 

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"And I'll be damned before I go to her asking for help. No, I'll just deal with the rest of you directly - if your group can make a safe path and escort me to the surface, I will pay you all handsomely for your troubles. A thousand crowns between you, or my name isn't Horgus Gwerm."

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"Okay." Wow that is a lot of money. "I won't make you any promises--we could all die tomorrow--but we'll get you through if we can." She's not going to make any promises about what "can" entails, exactly, not without talking to any of the others. 

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"Good."

The man replies somewhat stiffly, then sets off in search of her companions.

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She will...trail after him, then, because after what he said about Anevia she does not trust him not to offend her. Or Seelah. She doesn't know if Seelah is the kind of paladin who finds being offered money to help people insulting but she thinks that is a kind of paladin that there is. 

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Camellia at least doesn't seem to have any issues accepting Horgus Gwerm's offer, but something about it causes her to smirk as she agrees.

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"You don't need to pay me for doing my job. Helping citizens get to safety is my duty as a paladin, not something I need to get hired for."

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"Nonsense. You paladins still need to eat, no? And I know full well armor and gear don't come cheap. If it's such an issue, though, you can give your share to your fellows or donate it to the poor or something. What you won't do is convince me not to pay my debts."

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"I suppose you would know all about how much armor and weapons cost at the moment, wouldn't you."

Anevia grins, as though about to say something.

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"Not a word from you, Tirabade."

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"...Soooo, you know something about him like you know something about me?" Luzai hazards a guess once Gwerm has left. 

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Anevia makes sure none of the others are listening in before responding.

"it's not exactly the same as what you did - it doesn't put anyone in danger to share it, and he didn't come to us about it. But yes, I have reason to think he's not nearly as jaded as he lets on."

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"I wasn't going to ask for any details. I understand the value of keeping secrets. I actually mostly just wanted to make sure that that was the subtext because there was clearly some kind of subtext and if it wasn't that then I was missing something. ...Do you know secret things about a lot of people?"

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