[ No more or less tense for the presence behind him that should feel more sudden than it does, Mikazuki's chin tips in a nod, shoulders keeping their set beneath his arm. In the absence of the little drawing, the first "familiar" and easily understood thing he'd seen, Mikazuki simply looks ahead in thought. ]
He runs this place. I brought information to him once.
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He runs this place. I brought information to him once.
[ When Olympia had more to offer. ]