[My friend. It's just a turn of phrase, and yet... he swallows.]
...Seven. [One handkerchief for each day of the week— as in, easy to explain away if they were found by natives. He's had no luck in unearthing the Polluxians thus far.] What would you have me do?
The Petrushka are, mercifully, much easier to identify than the Lost Vestiges. Once the fae have drunk themselves into a stupor, it should be simple enough to find the Petrushka left unattended. Or, at least, less attended.
At which point, quickly passing them a token will be possible.
It is not, I admit, the most complex plan, but simple plans often work better. Let us hope we won't need any contingencies.
[Said in the weary voice of someone already thinking up several contingency plans. ]
...I will play a piano solo at their talent show. The Aesti blessing should make my music captivating to the audience. This would be a good opportunity to deliver however many tokens you can.
I don't think the usual tells will be a problem for us. Not if the crowds are magically captivated and inebriated to the point of carelessness, anyway.
[Sunday says, addressing what he feels is the more important topic first. Then, after a pause.]
[E-Soul makes a wordless noise of acknowledgement in his throat.
With that settled, there's no further reason to draw this out: he's knows what to do, when to do it, and while the risk is far smaller now, contact isn't entirely safe. Yet... knowing that he's pushing his luck:]
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...Seven. [One handkerchief for each day of the week— as in, easy to explain away if they were found by natives. He's had no luck in unearthing the Polluxians thus far.] What would you have me do?
Sorry for the wait! Holiday workloads.
At which point, quickly passing them a token will be possible.
It is not, I admit, the most complex plan, but simple plans often work better. Let us hope we won't need any contingencies.
[Said in the weary voice of someone already thinking up several contingency plans. ]
...I will play a piano solo at their talent show. The Aesti blessing should make my music captivating to the audience. This would be a good opportunity to deliver however many tokens you can.
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[Then, with a touch of the unavoidable honesty that's been plaguing him since they got here:]
I can disguise the visual tells with illusion magic, but there's little I can do about the charge in the air.
[He doesn't sound very concerned though; it's not significant.]
...You're a musician, then?
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[Sunday says, addressing what he feels is the more important topic first. Then, after a pause.]
I was a musician when I was younger, yes.
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With that settled, there's no further reason to draw this out: he's knows what to do, when to do it, and while the risk is far smaller now, contact isn't entirely safe. Yet... knowing that he's pushing his luck:]
But... no longer?
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[Like seeking happiness through artistic self-expression.]
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You have questions about me, Mister Xiezhi! Understandably.
Please ask me again at a later time.
[Saying anything that could out him as non-fae feels too dangerous.]
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[And he'll hang up without fanfare; as he's being reminded, they both have work to do.]