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[altusimperius]

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Benedict thinks on it.

"Tavane and Strange you can just ask, I think," he muses, "they're," motormouths, "open books. Orlov will need a lighter touch, but I think if you explain why you want to know...?" He shrugs a shoulder.

[anthracite]

"Thank you," He isn't so sure. Strand has never been a delicate man, and Benedict's already proven easy to fluster. That isn't promising for his definition of light; shuffles Orlov to the bottom of the list. "You've been a great help."

[altusimperius]

"Uh-huh." It's an acknowledgment, if a slightly uncertain one, but Benedict isn't in any hurry to continue the conversation.

"...is there anything else you need, before I leave you alone?"

[anthracite]

"A sack of gold and an end to the Blight." Barring that — "I'm sure we'll talk later."

[altusimperius]

A light snicker-- all right, small asks-- and Benedict nods, leaving him to it.