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"I have no idea," Ronin murmurs, frowning to himself. "Though I have heard that, of all the seasonal deities, she's quite partial to making deals. Perhaps she did something for someone and this was the price." It still doesn't help with the who aspect of all of it, but expanding one's reach into Torchline seemed very... Eirachi. Still, to hear that Mel would help too is encouraging, and Ronin smiles. "I'll write back to Maeve and let her know." His smile grows as the subject moves onto food, and the nimbus is already starting to drift vertically back up towards the Falling and solid ground. "I don't know if it's special like a specialty, but the food at the White Hart is really good. You can be the judge, though." Hopping down once the nimbus falls to a halt, he'll help Melita down as well and promptly lead them towards the Silk Houses. Which y'know, they're meant to be checking too, so it all counts. ~FIN RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.