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"This is a... large thing, my lord. Your companions might be needed to assist. Can you speak for them, or should we all meet together that I might explain?" The elf does not meet the cavalier's eyes, and her hands are knotted together, white-knuckled.

"When I can have your full attention," she murmurs back, "I know better than to vie with chance."

"Not betting? Are you well, Domenico?" Serana inquires blandly, "If you don't need me, I seen an elf-kinsman in the corner I'd like to speak with. We are rare in this oh-so-human town. As always, call me if you need me. In fact, I'll go chivvy the serving wench so she takes care of all your needs."

With a straight face and totally unironic curtsy, the elf withdraws to fit her actions to her words.