- Pronoun
- they or she
The door opened, held by an anxious-looking Watchog, who winced a little when he saw who was knocking.
"Ah, you..." he said, before trailing off. "Lucien is expecting you. I'll escort you upstairs."
"Thank you," said Laura, from the shadows of the 'Graydian' pair. "Please lead the way." When had she arrived?
As they walked to Lucien's study, Laura quietly greeted the other three offworlders. She sounded rather more tense than when they'd each seen her earlier during the day.
"Hey you three. Didn't expect to see all of you twice today. Guessing we're all insomniacs, huh?"
"Master Lucien, too," muttered Watchog.
"Uh, what?"
"What?"
Watchog didn't sound like he wished to elaborate.
The study was furnished much the same as the rest of the middle floor. It still felt strange to walk on carpet anywhere in Frontier Town, but the floor was plush carpet from wall to wall.
Lucien sat at his desk staring at a finely-penned letter that still somehow managed to look a mess, with strikethroughs and amendments throughout. He took a moment to notice the party's arrival. Watchog cleared his throat, mumbled something, and abruptly left.
"Good, ah... Good evening, you four," said Lucien, quietly. "Thank you for coming."
"Ah, you..." he said, before trailing off. "Lucien is expecting you. I'll escort you upstairs."
"Thank you," said Laura, from the shadows of the 'Graydian' pair. "Please lead the way." When had she arrived?
As they walked to Lucien's study, Laura quietly greeted the other three offworlders. She sounded rather more tense than when they'd each seen her earlier during the day.
"Hey you three. Didn't expect to see all of you twice today. Guessing we're all insomniacs, huh?"
"Master Lucien, too," muttered Watchog.
"Uh, what?"
"What?"
Watchog didn't sound like he wished to elaborate.
The study was furnished much the same as the rest of the middle floor. It still felt strange to walk on carpet anywhere in Frontier Town, but the floor was plush carpet from wall to wall.
Lucien sat at his desk staring at a finely-penned letter that still somehow managed to look a mess, with strikethroughs and amendments throughout. He took a moment to notice the party's arrival. Watchog cleared his throat, mumbled something, and abruptly left.
"Good, ah... Good evening, you four," said Lucien, quietly. "Thank you for coming."
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