[This whole situation carries with it an air of sleepiness for Kadoc—or maybe it's just that he's still got sleep debt to catch up on—even the music, yes, with its languid throbbing beat. The warmth, the incense . . . maybe it's because it's like a dream. And if this is like a dream, the mention of Chaldea is like the bucket of cold water this girl just threw over his head to wake him up from it. His body unfolds from its slouch until his back is ramrod straight and his eyes are wide, pinned on her.]
Chaldea?! . . . Who are you?
[Well. He knows his mythology. A Knight of the Round Table, obviously, and an Orkney, right? But that doesn't narrow it down enough. A woman? What? —These thoughts flit through his head in the background, running like a program, while the foreground is entirely concerned with a Servant from Chaldea, here?!]
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Chaldea?! . . . Who are you?
[Well. He knows his mythology. A Knight of the Round Table, obviously, and an Orkney, right? But that doesn't narrow it down enough. A woman? What? —These thoughts flit through his head in the background, running like a program, while the foreground is entirely concerned with a Servant from Chaldea, here?!]