[He feels the urgency of the request, as if he must help her vanquish some terrible spell. His mind flips through possible questions, some much stupider than others as he searches for obscurity. Though, as a public figure he finds some difficulty. And as for things the Warrior of Light told him, would it do to repeat them back? What if those were well-known bard tales by now?
Who is my father? No, everyone knows that now. What is the name of my cat? Did they even meet? How do I take my tea? Most women who courted him knew that much. Think, think. He gives a clever smile.]
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Who is my father? No, everyone knows that now. What is the name of my cat? Did they even meet? How do I take my tea? Most women who courted him knew that much. Think, think. He gives a clever smile.]
What does Estinien look like under his helmet?