Bernard didn't question how the other knew about his abilities, who knew how these things circulated. He didn't know the gentleman beyond merely his name and a vague association with the family that his nephew eloped with - cousins he thought perhaps. He knew that they had ended up at a few rather fraught family affairs since the unfortunate - well...blessed marriage. Bernard didn't give a pixies fart about blood purity but it matter more to some of his kin than they might let on.

The revelation that the other was a seer did come as a surprise. 'I won't hold it against you' he quipped.

He put the flask to his own lips, taking the last of the liquid. 'For the most part yes,' he said wryly, 'falls, stumbles, misfortunes of all sorts, he managed with a dark chuckle 'If you're in the market for misery I'm probably your man' another, rather bitter laugh. He wasn't looking at the other man but he was keeping a surreptitious eye on what he supposed was some manner of in-law lest the young man fall out of himself and he accidentally start some sort of family feud. 'I've rather cornered the market of misery predictions - one might even call me an expert'

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