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he is given generic answers to fit against his own: a fairness, he surmises. nevertheless, he tucks the information away; hoarding it carefully like a dragon might hoard it's treasures. she comes to know about blackwater, she tells ingram. the keeper gives a small lift of his chin, fighting off the urge to label her as nosy when it wasn't fair. her curiosity was normal; but unfortunately, it was not the keeper's place to divulge information. not to strangers. only to the listener.

little, ingram replies. aka: nothing at all. that was not his role. i will call for the listener or a speaker. if neither answer the call, i will tell them you stopped by, perhaps one will visit your pack at a later date. he makes no promises, though. that was not his role, either. nevertheless, he tips his head back and lets out a howl for @The Listener or @Tulok.