Kieran smirked again at the mention of Forfang, with a glance at the passer-by. "Yeah, certainly," Kieran said, "I think I mostly needed someone to back me up on it." He turned his notebook back around to face himself and tapped the end of his quill against it, trying to figure out if he ought to add anything else. There was more to say, he thought.

"Oh, you can probably start sending all your mail to my actual flat," Kieran said, as if the thought had just occurred to him, "I'm sure the bartender will be relieved if they need to hold papers for me a little less frequently."

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