[Zel hums faintly, uncertain. he hates outside people being in his business, being scrutinized, judged... but Emery flourishes around other people - he'd seen it during their stint with the goblins, seen it in the various towns and places they interacted with...
would compromise please or trouble him? why can't he just intuit it without asking? it'd be so much cooler than...asking.]
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would compromise please or trouble him? why can't he just intuit it without asking? it'd be so much cooler than...asking.]
...What would make you happier?