[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#008b8b]"Does it stop us from speaking with [i]each other[/i] about it so long as someone who doesn't know isn't around to hear?"[/color] Fionn asked as the others fell into a lull with their own questioning. It had taken him a moment to reorient himself—from Thrinax's great head coming down on the front of his makeshift lance, sending him and Gertrude flying end over end, only to be brought back to the center of the conversation by, likely, Merilia's own hand.

Just to find that the witch was thinking to put a geas on all of them to keep them from speaking about it. [color=#008b8b]"For that matter, what of Tyaethe? Surely she knows of this?"[/color] It would be more surprising to learn that she [i]didn't,[/i] and that Merilia would be so intent on keeping them from speaking of it even to her one remaining fellow knight in the living world. Of course, if she [i]was[/i] so intent...

There'd be ways to speak around such prohibitions.

[i][color=#008b8b]Wait.[/color][/i]

Fionn turned back to Aisling, and the abnormally-large cake next to her.

[i][color=#008b8b]That's all for [b]me?[/b][/color][/i]

Turning back away from the gargantuan confection, he faced Merilia once again. [color=#008b8b]"Regardless, I have three remaining stipulations of my own before we're all done here, as you've already answered one. We should have one last proper dinner with the others before we go, a proper rest, and I want to have a rematch with Florian when I [i]haven't[/i] just gone through hundreds of other fights' worth of mental fatigue right before him."[/color]