inbox.

[heirring]

[action + written + crystal]

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[altusimperius]

[Being around Byerly as much as he is has given Benedict a sixth sense for doublespeak.]

Are you sure.

[he doesn't think she is]

[heirring]

I'm quite sure, [she lies.] Now, if that is all you wish to ask Mister Ar—er—Messere, then I'm quite busy. Perhaps we might review your suspicions at a later date.

[altusimperius]

Perhaps we might.

[THIS ISN'T OVER]

[heirring]

Fine. Good. —Excellent, even.

[altusimperius]

Perfect.

[heirring]

Great.

[altusimperius]

Grand.

[heirring]

I'm putting my crystal away now, thank you.

[altusimperius]

Do it then.

[heirring]

I still have no idea what you're talking about.

[And then the part about her hanging up on him, at least, proves to be entirely true.]