Diligent did a bit of a soldiers salute when his superior thanked him for the robes. He was aware that it was probably in his best interest to slip off quietly but instead, he curiously watched the magicless cleaning. The fog really was inconvenient and made being gainfully employed more trouble than it was worth, really. "I was being productive," he offered vaguely, feeling slightly shifty. "Which I ought to get back to."

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