[it's a few moments before he answers, because he certainly hears both sides of Bariyan's tone. It's been nearly a week, now, and he's been meditating during that time, with only a few interruptions.] ... I'm fine, now. Anywhere would be similarly fine. I was coming into the city, anyway.
You were? [ definitely alarmed now, though he didn't mean to let that slip.
a long pause follows. then: ]
The pub on [ X ], if that's not too far for you. [ it shouldn't be. it's on the western edge of the city-- almost the very edge, in fact. just in case. ] I'll buy you a drink.
I can safely say that I have never written a line of poetry in my life. [or unlife. any time. EVER. He curls his lip, which is obvious in his tone.] What is ridiculous about building a shelter for yourself?
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