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[tadpoled]

[Not that Tav is in a rush to get back to being a leader and all the hassle comes with that, but three years without Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart, Halsin, and the rest.]

Has anyone from your home arrived?

[armd]

One other person.

(Quickly,) But it isn't very common. I think there's only one other person who had somebody arrive from their home world too.

[tadpoled]

[The immediate rush of hope is crushed by Abby’s continued words. One other person. In what seems to be a rather large organization.]

One more question, I apologize, but how many of us rifters are there?

[armd]

(A moment of silence as she counts on her fingers...)

Ten... no, eleven. Including you. (She always forgets about Wysteria.)

[tadpoled]

[A longer silence hangs from Tav’s end. Eleven of them, and one of them is a monster, a murderer, capable of terrible things. If given the chance, the Bhaalspawn could wipe them all out.

Fuck.]

I don’t suppose you are a flowers person, for listening to my droll questions?

[armd]

(Abby takes careful note of this seemingly stunned silence.)

I'm not. Seriously—you're new here, of course I'm going to listen to your questions.

[tadpoled]

[There's a silent nod on Tav's side, trying to keep his mind from the thoughts of slaughtering the eleven rifters remaining, the way a blade would would slide through skin and sinew as they slept.

No. He can't allow that. Maybe he needs to talk to the Captain again, see if they've come up with restrictions for him.]

Regardless, thank you Abby. If I may, if I have other questions, may I return to you?

[armd]

Yeah, sure. (She remembers what it was like. Having a million questions, not wanting to ask all of them in case she got annoying, or somebody told her to go read a book about it. Which she did, but—usually that lead to more questions.)

Any time.

[tadpoled]

I appreciate it, thank you. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.