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WHO: Bene and you
WHAT: He's free! ...ish.
WHEN: Haring
WHERE: A room in the former Templar tower, always guarded.
NOTES: anyone who wants to see him will need clearance, and there will always be a Templar present!

Though technically Benedict is able to leave his newly-assigned room in the Gallows, he doesn't. Won't, rather, which is a strange decision considering that his formal incarceration has ended, and there's no reason he should have to stay hidden away in one small space indefinitely.

But he does. For reasons that are his own, Bene seems reluctant to go anywhere or be seen by anyone, preferring instead to sit by his window for hours, book on his lap, and watch the courtyard below.
Receiving all meals at his chambers, the opportunity to bathe is the only way to get him out the door. It's one he takes often, as often as he can, perhaps in an effort to make up for lost time. He even gets to shave, once a week, with supervision.

Benedict may not be in the dungeon anymore, but he cannot and will not forget that he is still a prisoner. A prisoner whose life has been threatened more than once, from both without and within the Inquisition. It's a step up, but a step up from a cesspit is still mud.

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[misdirection_hex]

Five months should, in Vandelin's ruthless estimation, be more than enough time for him to evince no reaction when anyone references Myr's blindness or maiming. It is absolutely not, but it has, at least, been enough time for him to keep the squirming guilt and revulsion to himself and maintain an impassive expression at the mention of it. Baby steps.

"That one, yes. He is distinctive. He also worries about the state of your education. It seems unfair to him--and, frankly, to me--that it should have been cut short. But I have pedagogical experience in a number of magical disciplines, and what I can't teach, he can. If you're interested, our talents are available."

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It's another of these conversations, in which Bene can't quite decide whether or not to look the gift horse in the mouth. He'll overlook both Vandelin and Myr being elves for the moment, because despite his airs he is actually not as stupid as he seems.
"What sort of disciplines?" he asks, tilting his head with mild interest.

[misdirection_hex]

Smart man indeed, Bene. Vandelin files the civility away, adding a point to the mental scoreboard that every conversation with him somehow ends up being.

"I hear you'd been set on the spirit track. If you'd want to show me at some point how much of it you've mastered, I'll see what more of it I know. It isn't my specialty, but I've taught it before. My line of work is entropy, and everything it entails. And Myr, in turn, has a knack for creation and healing. Either of us can help with the basics of the elemental disciplines. Whatever suits your fancy."

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"Entropy," Bene repeats, with a raise of his eyebrows. He's always found it interesting, and very much in his mother's line of work, though he'd gone more with his father's route.
"All right." He leans back slightly, his expression opening to become just a touch more friendly. "Maker knows Atticus isn't going to do any further good."