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Lucy and Terence stopped their conversation to look at MacKensie, neither unable to get a word in as the woman rattled off an entire speech about her innocence and honor.  When the lady was done, there was a pregnant pause before Lucy and Terence burst out laughing.

"By the Quinity, you are utterly adorable," Lucy said as their laughter died down.

With decades in the business, seeing a lot of different classes and reading about a lot of different abilities, to say nothing of knowledge that Polymorph Potions were not an impossiblity, it was not so far-fetched that MacKensie was telling the truth.  Lucy also had enough experience with people to be perceptive of the fact that this Ranger's mannerisms, facial expression and overall demeanour felt nothing like the MacKensie Trydant she'd thrown out of the building, a few nights previous.

And so, with MacKensie's strange accent, snobbish indignation and yet heartfelt, pained plea, all wrapped up in a petite, cute little package, Lucy felt like it was too transparent and hilarious not to be true.

"Hmmm," Lucy mused playfully.  "What do you think, Tee?"

Terence, the barkeep and long-time friend of Lucy, was already on the same page.  Not that he was comfortable in a 'reasonable certainty' like Lucy.  But he could tell that the Guildmaster had made up her mind and so he just played along.

"Hmmm."  He leaned on the bar and scrutinized MacKensie, thumbing through his handlebar mustache.  "A tall tale, the lady's tellin."

They didn't leave the Ranger hanging too long before both chuckling again.  Lucy nodded.  "Alright.  I believe you.  Just tell your friends to behave themselves.  I don't care what world you came from, I'll take you out of this one if you break any more of my furniture," she warned with a smirk.  "Is there anything else we can do for you, or was it just your stained reputation that you needed sorting out?"

Whenever MacKensie was out of earshot and Terence was back to work, he recited the phrase he'd heard to himself.  "I have not forgotten the face of my father. Heh."  He liked that.  Even at his age, he always and had always liked to think that he had become a good, principled man like his own father.  He'd never heard such a saying, but he understood it instantly and made him like MacKensie for the words and seriousness she said them with.