It appears master Cain d'Ubiq has no appetite for objections. With a brisk, forlorn but understanding nod, he instructs the guards to jot down that the weather consult protocol was conducted and mutters a brisk, "It changes nothing, all the same.", in his wake.
Chu Wanning's forecast is logged by the guards — who seemingly can't help adjusting it to a positive and encouraging outlook.
But at least, good sir, you've had a glimpse of the previous weather logs.
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It appears master Cain d'Ubiq has no appetite for objections. With a brisk, forlorn but understanding nod, he instructs the guards to jot down that the weather consult protocol was conducted and mutters a brisk, "It changes nothing, all the same.", in his wake.
Chu Wanning's forecast is logged by the guards — who seemingly can't help adjusting it to a positive and encouraging outlook.
But at least, good sir, you've had a glimpse of the previous weather logs.