[Steven ends up crossing his own arms over his chest, frowning. And once again, his tails whips uneasily, almost slamming sideways into a wall. Is Beck... uncomfortable? It's so hard to say. Harrow was arrogant, but at least he was brutally honest at all times. He didn't try to trick the whole world into believing he was a hero by feeding them a bunch of stories, he just told it as it was and some folks bought into that.
Then again, Quentin is a Faerie here. And Faeries can't lie, can they? Not without getting sick; Cagliostro told him that a while ago. Unless Quentin breaks into a sweat soon, everything he's saying has to be the truth.]
Right. Haven't really picked up anything new, though. So... No. No good books.
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Then again, Quentin is a Faerie here. And Faeries can't lie, can they? Not without getting sick; Cagliostro told him that a while ago. Unless Quentin breaks into a sweat soon, everything he's saying has to be the truth.]
Right. Haven't really picked up anything new, though. So... No. No good books.