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[commandertoolbelt]

Hello and welcome to Leo World! The man himself is out making awesomeness happen, so leave a message and he'll get back to you pronto. Valdez out.

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[commandertoolbelt]

Man-Eater? Don't tell me I just volunteered to be someone's dinner.

[ And a shardhunter at that? Holy Hephaestus, maybe he should've thought this through first.

...He's totally still going to do it, though. If he let the potential of being eaten stop him, he'd never get anywhere. Besides, he's already thinking of who to talk to about this. ]

And you want that information. I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to give him my shard for it. But I'll see what I can find.

[depicted]

I'm pretty sure it's just evocative, but I'll hook you up for protection anyway. I'd rather not give Shards away to some recluse who lives—[well, Dorian doesn't know. So]—somewhere. [If Dorian was going to be letting people lose their shard, he would TRY TO GET THE SHARD HIMSELF. Fuck his life. He really needs one, dammit.]

[commandertoolbelt]

Well, I guess we'll find out.

[ Totally reassuring, though; thanks, Dorian. ]

Is there anything else I should know before I go knocking on this dude's door?

[depicted]

Not any more that I got out of my informant. He was annoyingly not forthcoming. [Stupid jerk Midnight Court member. Should've just reached into his head.]

I can see if I can find you a couple teleport rings or something else to get you out of there in an emergency. I'll have to do asking around.

[commandertoolbelt]

Good to know the informants are doing their job, [ he says dryly. ] But okay. I'll figure it out and report back later!