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[ Well that was fucking RUDE, Ragnor, but is was effective, because it more or less knocks Jace back on his ass onto the couch while he tries to claw the offending pamphlet off of his face. ]

Angel, Ragnor. Why!? I thought you LIKED me!

I do. There at least three ghosts that would haunt me if I let you out in the city uninformed. Promise you will read that and I'll let you go.

[ LOOK, A MIDDLE GROUND!! ]

[ Jace finally manages to get the thing off his face and just a glance at it is enough for his face to flame a bright red and make him want to fling the thing away. However, he doesn't trust that Ragnor won't permanently attach it to him in some way if he doesn't agree. ]

I promise. I swear by the Angel, I will absolutely read it if you do not make me talk about it!

All right. You can ask if you have questions, but I will not bring it up.

[ that's... half a problem solved, maybe. ]

[ Jace was pretty sure he would rather cut off a leg than ask questions at this point, but if it means he gets to escape, he would agree to almost anything. ]

Yes. Absolutely. Of course. Can I run away now?

[ He tries to not whine the last sentence, but he fails utterly. ]

Yes, yes, flee.

[ Ragnor waves a hand in the direction of the exit. ]

[ Oh thank the Angel he is free! ]

Thank you, I appreciate all your help! Let's, you know, nevertalkaboutthisagain!

[ Jace rushes the last big out as he runs for his room like Ragnor had sent a fireball after him. He does, at the very least, make sure to take the pamphlet with him. ]

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