[ The Forsaken finds he knows the presence, but doesn't place it until he hears the voice. His own presence grows lighter for the recognition, a faint smile in his tone. He sounds tired, still, but almost a different sort of tired. A productive one, if such can be read only from a voice. ]
Ironeye. Far better than I was, thank you.
You are not imposing at all. What might I do for you?
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Ironeye. Far better than I was, thank you.
You are not imposing at all. What might I do for you?