Several thousand decaphoebs. Well. That narrows it down.
[This is clearly news that he's not expecting though, and he looks from Lance's face to the bayard in his hand, a mirror to the one that Alfor is holding.
All right. Potential paradoxes apparently are afoot. That's fine. He'll worry about the science of it later. For now he's too busy turning his gaze back to Lance with something of a smile.]
Chosen by two Lions. That is new. But I have something of a vested interest in believing in Red's good taste. [Red chose Alfor himself, after all. Clearly a Lion of discerning taste.] So I'll trust that she's in good hands.
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[This is clearly news that he's not expecting though, and he looks from Lance's face to the bayard in his hand, a mirror to the one that Alfor is holding.
All right. Potential paradoxes apparently are afoot. That's fine. He'll worry about the science of it later. For now he's too busy turning his gaze back to Lance with something of a smile.]
Chosen by two Lions. That is new. But I have something of a vested interest in believing in Red's good taste. [Red chose Alfor himself, after all. Clearly a Lion of discerning taste.] So I'll trust that she's in good hands.