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The mousai twitched its nose as it looked at the gnome with ill-concealed mistrust. "Oui, the Aedile is in," he squeaked, sneaking a glance towards the white tigroness sitting at her desk. He didn't dare draw too close to her, though... he wasn't suicidal after all. "Arcana? No, no, I know nothing of arcana." Though the ban on magic in the Gift of the Empire had been lifted, it was still a recent occurrence... in some corners of the city, talk of arcana was still viewed as a dangerous subject and the mousai had never been a very brave soul to begin with. Old habits do indeed die hard. "You will have to talk with her." Without saying another word, the mousai scampered off, his nose twitching with his irritation as he moved away from Treant without a backward glance.
The Aedile, however, with her acute hearing, already knew of the gnome's plight as he finally approached her desk. Eyes glowing, the tigroness leaned forward, her voice purring softly from her lips as she regarded the other curiously. "You are looking for someone skilled in arcana, mon cher? ... Any particular reason why?" The smile she flashed him was wicked in its friendliness, though there was a definite edge to her voice.
She wasn't giving him any information if he didn't return the favor.
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