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After Kat’s first statement, Ernst made a strange face and reared his head back to allow for another brief but rather mocking double-chin expression half-shielded by a simultaneous partaking of a piece of fish. His eyes weren’t trained on the girl, but he was having a quite a rough time focusing on his meal, with every spoonful of pottage serving as a distraction from the mirth he was trying so hard to bottle up.

But after Kat had said all that she had to say, Ernst let out a considerable length of laughter and shook his head. “‘What makes you think I’ve been there?’”, he echoed between hiccups. “Gods, you are such a bitch. Just the way you said it -- wow! I’m seeing flashes of red, [i]insulto kaayo ka![/i] Ah, Basileos on the Throne,” he settled down, looking into her eyes with a sort of serene expression painting his face. “You don’t have many friends with this kind of attitude, do you? You’re a fierce woman, and… uncharacteristically so.” The long word managed to escape his mouth without a stutter. “Let me just guess here: are you a mage?”