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[hornswoggle]

John chuckles, tips his the cup towards Flint in a minor salute before taking a sip.

Is the huff of amusement at John's association with the Walrus crew, or whatever came before that? The long stretch of unexplored history that lays beyond the moment he'd been pulled from the hold of a doomed ship?

"And to think, we wasted your expertise by allowing you to remain here."

John's head tilts as he speaks, considering. Trying to picture this younger version of Flint at such a party. It's not the first time he's tried to distill what he knows of Flint into some clear vision, and come up short.

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"I guarantee that, were he here, said aforementioned officer would swear otherwise."

He hadn't been good company. When one is dragging a friend along to parties, it's under the assumption that you're to be supported in some fashion - not made to dredge the poor bastard along, or (worse) abandoned outright.

[hornswoggle]

Several thoughts come to John in quick succession: I'd like to see what else he swore to and Is that were you met her? and Is that where you met them?

But what he settles on:

"It was hard to be a disaster. By comparison, you may have been one of the more charming prospects."

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"I'm aware that Riftwatch's ranks consist almost entirely of an array of maladjusted degenerates. But kind of you to remind me."

As if either of them is somehow excluded from the shade of that particular assessment.

[hornswoggle]

Yes, both of them are extremely well-adjusted and charming.

"I did hear a few things that may be useful, but idle gossip from Ostwick isn't necessarily going to help us in our current ventures."