（ one eyebrow quirks faintly up as he closes the doors to the cell and locks it — one of his crows had plucked the key from a depression of windswept ash earlier he is quite certain to be the remnants of the jailer's body. he returns the key to a crow now — it has instructions to perch on one of the building's bare rafters, so that if they are to suddenly leave this world, the key will drop into the cell and they can free themselves. ）
What about my demeanour has lead you to the assumption I have any desire for compliments?
（ it isn't as if others praising him is at all new to him. it's more that the yoke of them is worn less easily now than even as a child. ）
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What about my demeanour has lead you to the assumption I have any desire for compliments?
（ it isn't as if others praising him is at all new to him. it's more that the yoke of them is worn less easily now than even as a child. ）