All seventeen cloaks? The words tugged at her mind, connected with a memory and the voice suddenly slotted into place. Phryne quirked a sly little grin, pleased with her sleuthing, and that Vax'ildan proved to be as interesting as he looked.
"All the more reason to come to my room, Vax'ildan. I'm sure I have a stray scarf," she replied, smile evident in her voice. "And you'll see I can have food brought to my room, although whether or not I'll tell you how I accomplished it rather depends." On what, she hadn't decided, but Phryne didn't doubt she'd think of something. She always did.
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Date: 2017-03-18 05:31 pm (UTC)"All the more reason to come to my room, Vax'ildan. I'm sure I have a stray scarf," she replied, smile evident in her voice. "And you'll see I can have food brought to my room, although whether or not I'll tell you how I accomplished it rather depends." On what, she hadn't decided, but Phryne didn't doubt she'd think of something. She always did.