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[tergiversant]

[The message that plays when you receive Rufus Barma's inbox is simple, curt, and almost annoyed to have to do this.]

Be succinct.





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[tergiversant]

Tis with fortune, I possess all of my senses.

And he hath seen himself, the veracity of mine claim.

[maddeninghatter]

[ He begins to answer, but stops abruptly, holding up one finger to Barma. He tilts his head and... sniffs. ]

Dear, oh dear. It smells like something's been burning~! Haha! Oz must have "left you" his books or his papers, and there was something about them you didn't care for.

Gilbert, I don't suppose you happened to see what it was he set fire to, hm?

[retraced]

Break -

[That part he's still not sure how to explain. A moment of hesitance and he finally answers. But it's clear from the tone of his voice that he understands that said answer is too emotional a point for him to reasonably deal with, whatever the motive behind the destruction was. That's becoming more and more clear the calmer he becomes.]

A letter that Oz left behind.

[tergiversant]

[Barma's cold, even tone was not crafted to sooth it, either. There's an edge of impatience to it.]

A custom, to dispose of a missive once it has been accepted.

Unless ye hath discovered something of interest, I believe us done.