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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
Wildcards welcome, bespoke starters available upon request.))

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[muckspout]

Edgard starts waving his hands wildly and backing up even more. He looks self consciously around at the attention drawn and puts a finger to his lips.

"Wasn't trying to say you were ignorant! People end up with stolen goods all the time. It doesn't mean they are a thief, it means they might have interacted with a thief without knowing it."

He points back at himself. "And I said that you didn't seem like a thief!" Edgard runs his hands through his hair. Once again, he is being deliberately misunderstood. He huffs and then responds in a low harsh whisper.

"Someone round these parts is stealing silverware like those. Trying to.." He gestures vaguely. "figure it out."