You would, wouldn't you? [She pauses, turning to her stack and carefully selecting the third book down. It houses a slip of parchment, passing at a glance as a bookmark. It is removed, extended to him. Her list of named signs, accompanied by tallies. The scrawl is deliberately cramped to complicate reading over shoulders, but legible.] None I've heard so far, though.
[She returns, at least briefly, to the topic of devils.] Nonconformists, it sounds like.
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[She returns, at least briefly, to the topic of devils.] Nonconformists, it sounds like.