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[Richter walks back onto the Plane, running a hand through his hair and looking a little less composed than the last time he walked onto the Plane. In fact, he looked like someone who's just had to sit through a few hours worth of bickering ('Spiteful Tenebrae' indeed) and he was going to kill the idiot who thought to put something like that on

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[he snaps to attention quickly enough] ...?

No. [a pause] I think we're talking about two entirely different subjects.

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Don't apologize. This place doesn't seem the type to follow the rules of our own worlds... [he stops to think for a second]

'Centurions' were titles for officers where you're from?

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[he absorbs his information like any good researcher should. ... Officers in the infantry, huh?]

Hmph. That's a far cry from the Centurions that I know. [they're probably not as chatty as Tenebrae, for one]

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If I had to place them in an army, I'd call them something like generals. They themselves don't normally fight.

... [an amused noise] Would this be considered one of those 'lost in translation' moments?

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Small miracles on this plane.

[at her bow, he just nods] Richter. [awkward pause] It's nice to meet you.

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[you get his vote, Morgana] No, it's fine. I was just getting a drink and then I'll take my leave.

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[he was going to get some tea but stops when she asks about magic]

... There is. However, only elves and half-elves are capable of using it. Why do you ask?

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[there's a thoughtful pause] Magic does tend to lead to problems all it's own.