He's almost there. He almost knows who this is, and it's only pure irritated denial that makes him hold out hope that this is not freakin Garrot. He wonders who else could know another language. Any of them, he supposes. He certainly knew two by the time he was some of these peoples' age. Zafika seemed metropolitan enough, but they would have told him who they were. Maybe the older woman? The tone didn't fit her though.
He grimaces at his phone unhappily, but he continues the conversation all the same.
γWhat's your language? I know a couple.γ
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γYou know, I think I can only talk to other knights on this phone. It's pretty weird to me that you won't just say who you are.γ
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He grimaces at his phone unhappily, but he continues the conversation all the same.
γWhat's your language? I know a couple.γ
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γYou know, I think I can only talk to other knights on this phone. It's pretty weird to me that you won't just say who you are.γ