[ Middle of a dark cave with a woman wearing an all-too-familiar leer? He couldn't ask for more congenial circumstances! If it were any darker, he would be expecting the Black Wind to come crawling out of the shadows. ]
Mat. Mat Cauthon.
[ He wondered if he should bow. But that playful smile on her lips had him itching to get away. What was the worst she could do? Glare at him? ]
Do you happen to know where we are, ah, Lady Anir?
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Mat. Mat Cauthon.
[ He wondered if he should bow. But that playful smile on her lips had him itching to get away. What was the worst she could do? Glare at him? ]
Do you happen to know where we are, ah, Lady Anir?