[ The stew arrives, steaming hot and--if not exactly premium with regard to the meat and vegetables--filling. Fenris licks a bit of gravy off of his lower lip as he considers what Fate's said so far. ]
And I'm to presume those men were in your magister's employ.
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And I'm to presume those men were in your magister's employ.
[ He's still not sure if he buys this story. ]
What was in the note?