[The smile fades from his face, replaced with concern. After spending several evenings eavesdropping in Good Spirits, he's heard plenty enough of the experiments and what purposes they were thought to serve. Shivers pass over him; the mistletoe had been bad enough. He suspected that would be child's play in comparison to experimentation.] At least there is that. Thus far, the Malnosso has spared me. I pray they continue to do so.
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