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"I will give you my answer in private.
I would like to have my memory of Jordan's answer erased, as well as any other answers my companions give.
It would not be right for one subset of senior Pathfinders to have inside knowledge as to who might or might not be under a helm. I would rather know only as much as every other Venture-Captain."
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Peter is in awe of Eliza, and realizes her status as one of the hidden leaders makes sense.
He is honored by the request, “ I’d happily accept, as a steward for future generations of pathfinders. 5 years ago it hardly seemed someone from the shadow lodge could become a venture captain, let alone one of the 10...”
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Marta merely snorts and laughs, a rather humorless one though.
"Thank-you but no thank-you. The job is probably all about bureaucracy and politics and I am a woman of action. I'd rather face a hoard of demons." Always a bit literal minded, she corrects herself. "Well, maybe not a hoard. Anyway, all I ask is that I be able to pick and choose which missions I take. Besides, I have nothing against the number 9."
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”Oh, I simply couldn’t,” Arnaut demures graciously. ”What would my adoring public think if their favorite star simply disappeared from the night sky without any word or warning? There would be civil unrest, riots, a very public investigation...” He shakes his head, but Eliza catches his wink. ”Some of us are simply more effective in the spotlight - there’s no shame in admitting that. Though it does sound like you’ll need some public relations management, dear Eliza. People do tend to blame the messenger after all. If you ever find yourself in need of a hand - or even just someone to listen - you know you can always find me by following the sounds of swooning.” He bows with a grandiose flourish of his cloak.
