"Doubt it," Gabe said tranquilly as he turned around again. "There's always a pattern in these places. It's just a matter of figurin' them out."
As long as he kept his senses passively extended, he wasn't really breaking his promise and he could see things which Sanguine wouldn't be able to keep from him. All the while, it meant that he could eavesdrop on what Sanguine chose to broadcast.
Like pride. The Archangel wasn't sure if the man's refusal to call his father benefited him or not.
Quite abruptly something brushed up against his senses, something small and mineral. Gabe stopped with a surprised exclamation, stooping to pick up the coin. He wouldn't have thought there'd be spare change in a dungeon, though he supposed it wasn't impossible given its use. A chilling thought, but he'd just have to put the coin to good use, and the thought of that use reminded him that there was indeed a world outside these spiritually oppressing walls.
Smiling faintly, Gabe straightened up, pocketing the coin, and continued on as if nothing untoward had happened. "So what's it like, workin' for your Daddy, anyways?"
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It was a very good question. Solomon nodded in thought, trying not to see how ashen the priest was or wonder what he should do if the man fainted. The sorcerer hadn't really been in this situation before. Certainly not where he was so indebted.
"They do," he said at last, "tend to object to mortals knowing, if they're likely to go around and try to make it public knowledge. There are Sensitives who are part of the Sanctuary whose job it is to make witnesses feel as if they merely dreamed the things they saw." He tilted his head, regarding Father O'Reilly in silence for a moment.
"You should be fine. If the Sanctuary discovers you, and I assure you I won't be telling them, the fact you don't intend to tell anyone else will work in your favour. Of course," this last he added dryly, "Thurid Guild, the current Grand Mage, is a paranoid bastard, so he may decide you're a security risk in spite of that. If that happens, drop Pleasant's name. That ought to put a hold on things long enough for him to intervene. The man would do anything to tweak Guild's nose."
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As long as he kept his senses passively extended, he wasn't really breaking his promise and he could see things which Sanguine wouldn't be able to keep from him. All the while, it meant that he could eavesdrop on what Sanguine chose to broadcast.
Like pride. The Archangel wasn't sure if the man's refusal to call his father benefited him or not.
Quite abruptly something brushed up against his senses, something small and mineral. Gabe stopped with a surprised exclamation, stooping to pick up the coin. He wouldn't have thought there'd be spare change in a dungeon, though he supposed it wasn't impossible given its use. A chilling thought, but he'd just have to put the coin to good use, and the thought of that use reminded him that there was indeed a world outside these spiritually oppressing walls.
Smiling faintly, Gabe straightened up, pocketing the coin, and continued on as if nothing untoward had happened. "So what's it like, workin' for your Daddy, anyways?"
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It was a very good question. Solomon nodded in thought, trying not to see how ashen the priest was or wonder what he should do if the man fainted. The sorcerer hadn't really been in this situation before. Certainly not where he was so indebted.
"They do," he said at last, "tend to object to mortals knowing, if they're likely to go around and try to make it public knowledge. There are Sensitives who are part of the Sanctuary whose job it is to make witnesses feel as if they merely dreamed the things they saw." He tilted his head, regarding Father O'Reilly in silence for a moment.
"You should be fine. If the Sanctuary discovers you, and I assure you I won't be telling them, the fact you don't intend to tell anyone else will work in your favour. Of course," this last he added dryly, "Thurid Guild, the current Grand Mage, is a paranoid bastard, so he may decide you're a security risk in spite of that. If that happens, drop Pleasant's name. That ought to put a hold on things long enough for him to intervene. The man would do anything to tweak Guild's nose."