"Mm."
Rabastan entered and shut the door behind him, his wand tucked into the sleeve of his winter cloak. He hated the cold, and was more than peeved to be called out this day for some asinine curse breaker. Ooh, Egypt. He knew he was supposed to sound friendly, but really. Really. Rabastan didn't dabble in public relations. He understood why this made sense, that using one of their own insiders would be too risky. But, him? What about that dolt, Dearborn?
"Are you happy with your job, Moses?" Rabastan asked quietly, arms crossing gently. The door locked with a click behind them.
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