[Mm... the answer seems to satisfy Chiron, at least. Besides, Hansa has asked the question that was on his mind.
At most he will murmur to himself, tapping his chin:]
Indeed. You cannot die.
[That's why Chiron offered his room at all; a place where the knife will likely be found if the group needs to examine it, but in a way that will pull suspicion off of him.
No, more likely he will have to ask around, gain the trust of his peers, and either offer up his abilities as proof of his goodwill, or hope they trust him enough to offer the information in turn.
[Tapping at his chin in thought]
Are there specific rules to who you can tell, and who you can't? Or is it all at your discretion?
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[He finally draws back from his work with a sigh.]
Wipe the knife, then. It can't be helped. [A beat.] Chosen by who, though? You haven't said as much yet, Blanca.
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At most he will murmur to himself, tapping his chin:]
Indeed. You cannot die.
[That's why Chiron offered his room at all; a place where the knife will likely be found if the group needs to examine it, but in a way that will pull suspicion off of him.
It will put his neck on the line, but...]
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My leader. They aren't a fan of violence or dying, so they've said.
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How nice of them. Do they have anyone else helping you? Its hard to believe they'd put it all on your shoulders.
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Yes, in fact, I wonder if each of the Leaders has someone whom they've offered extra privileges to.
[Hm]
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I asked them, but all they said was I would have to find out.
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[Tapping at his chin in thought]
Are there specific rules to who you can tell, and who you can't? Or is it all at your discretion?
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[He shakes his head.]
There are no written rules, but it doesn't mean I won't be punished if I am careless.