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Cartius smiled, taking Elysia's extended hand gently and kissing it out of noble-like courtesy. "That is correct. An exquisite crystalline statue was dug out of the sea recently. The auction is tomorrow and I am hoping I can win the bid. I think it would look quite marvelous at the museum's entrance."€Â
The luggage boy finally started making his way toward Cartius, clearly struggling a bit with the excessive load. As if sensing him approaching, the masked miqo'€™te didn'€™t even look back as she stretched out her arm and blocked the boy's advance. The boy, somewhat startled, didn't know how to react. The miqo'te tilted her head slightly toward the boy and whispered softly. "He'€™s in a conversation. It would be rude to interrupt. You will wait until he is finished."
The boy became agitated for a moment but quickly calmed himself and decided it would be best to comply, taking note of the daggers sheathed on each side of the miqo'€™te'€™s belt.
"Oh, where are my manners?" Cartius frowned and put a comforting hand on Elysia'€™s shoulder. "€œI don'€™t think I'€™ve ever given proper condolences over the loss of Sir Van'€™Celle. I do hope time has made his untimely demise easier for you to deal with. And your mother...she must have been especially devastated."
His last words seemed uttered in the tone of near mockery, as if the death of Elysia'€™s former husband was a twisted form of karmic justice.
The luggage boy finally started making his way toward Cartius, clearly struggling a bit with the excessive load. As if sensing him approaching, the masked miqo'€™te didn'€™t even look back as she stretched out her arm and blocked the boy's advance. The boy, somewhat startled, didn't know how to react. The miqo'te tilted her head slightly toward the boy and whispered softly. "He'€™s in a conversation. It would be rude to interrupt. You will wait until he is finished."
The boy became agitated for a moment but quickly calmed himself and decided it would be best to comply, taking note of the daggers sheathed on each side of the miqo'€™te'€™s belt.
"Oh, where are my manners?" Cartius frowned and put a comforting hand on Elysia'€™s shoulder. "€œI don'€™t think I'€™ve ever given proper condolences over the loss of Sir Van'€™Celle. I do hope time has made his untimely demise easier for you to deal with. And your mother...she must have been especially devastated."
His last words seemed uttered in the tone of near mockery, as if the death of Elysia'€™s former husband was a twisted form of karmic justice.