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“It was nothing really; we were just investigating reports of a ghost ship.”
“Ahh, and yet you saw lichfire and stood your ground? Remarkable..” Sifr nods approvingly.
“Well, we could see he had no interest in hurting us. All he wanted was help finding his husband’s skin.” Kol admits.
Caleb nods and grumbles. The elder Medium sizes him up with an eyebrow raised in intrigue. “A selkie? My, you do meet some interesting people in this line of work. I take it you’re the master of this vessel, Mr....”
”Caleb. Yeah. Adrian and I; this was our home for all our years together. I’m... glad they were able to help him...” There’s still a tinge of sadness to his voice, but a genuine gratitude as well.
“Indeed,” Sifr nods solemnly, “It sounds like he was a good man. I’m sorry for your loss, Caleb, but it brings me peace knowing you were able to help him move on.” He sighs, “When you get to be a Guardian, there get to be certain... expectations. People expect the axe when an open palm is all that is needed. We need more Guides who can tell the difference.”
Kol steps aside, “To be honest, Miki was the one who figured out where it was hidden. I don’t think we could have done it without her.”
The starstruck baker squeaks as the master Medium drops to a knee and takes her hand. “Madam, we thank you for your service.” He plants a chivalrous kiss across the back of her hand, “You have my undying gratitude.”
Behind him Mariana rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “Alight you fossil, if you laid it on any thicker you'd need a trowel." She sighs, "Look, you guys need us for anything?"
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