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Tim, on the other hand, recognized Raylan as soon as he came to the door. When it seemed like Raylan didn't notice him, he wasn't gonna say anything, but then Raylan stopped. "Uh, hey, Raylan. I thought you were never gonna leave that cave in the woods."

Predictably, Raylan's face crumpled into an annoyed glare. "It wasn't a cave, it was a house." That was a generous description.

He moved on quickly, though, rubbing the back of his neck. "Kinda thought you'd be dead."

"Let's compromise on 'hovel'." Tim leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms and trying not to look uncomfortable. "No, but after watching the officers cut down another innocent family 'cause they might be abominations I decided I needed a drink and I didn't bother going back."

Raylan grimaced. Most templars were decent, but enough were assholes that it became a problem after the rebellion. "Well, it's a lot better here. Let's sit," he said, gesturing to a rickety table and two chairs under a torch nearby, a place to sit without inviting people into his room.

"That's what everyone says." Tim settled into the chair lazily. He'd lost a lot of that Templar stiffness since he deserted. "How long've you been here?"

"Got here in Justinian, so...four months?" he said. "Maybe a little longer. Guessin' you just arrived."

"Yesterday. I heard about..." He waves a hand vaguely upwards. "All this. I figured it was better than dying in a gutter somewhere."

"Wouldn't wanna go living up to your name," he agreed with a little smile. "When I got here I gave myself a few days to settle, then found that and turned it into a lab, started reading everything they got in the library. Been teachin' kids again, too." He'd always loved doing so, but there'd been no one to teach since the circles fell.

"That doesn't sound half-bad." He ignored the crack about his name because he'd been ignoring those for his entire life. "There a lot of kids around here? I thought it was like a war camp."

"It is," Raylan agreed. "Most refugee kids are stayin' with their parents, going wherever they go. Mage kids ain't got nowhere, though. Nowhere but here," he said, gesturing around them. "So if you see a kid around, most likely they'd be in a circle if they still existed."

Tim's gaze went distant for a second and then he shook his head. "Yeah. Glad they've got someone watchin' them. You wanna go get a drink?"

That little fuzz-out wasn't lost on Raylan. He took a second with that offer, trying to pin down what that had been about. He decided not to poke at it just yet (see? he's grown).

"I oughta get back to what I was doin'," Raylan said, avoiding labeling it as work. "But I'll come find ya when I come up for dinner."

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