[ Barrow's hackles lower; Marcus' even regard across the desk fails to let up. Offers of clarity met with no particular give or relent, and midway through Barrow's explanation, he turns his focus back downwards to his page.
It is over the last few things he says, this picture of a child of simple origins hoping to find some form of material purpose without fully understanding where it might lead, that Marcus asks; ]
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It is over the last few things he says, this picture of a child of simple origins hoping to find some form of material purpose without fully understanding where it might lead, that Marcus asks; ]
How well do you know Madame Fitcher?