“NNNN, the utter impertinence of it all.” It’s no more than a bell, a bauble by any other standard; but a bauble of his. Nevermind the sanctity of a Servant’s attire, nor what horrible dark energies he’s concealed in such a small thing - the fact remains is that it’s his, and it is gone. Missing! Disappeared! ( Stolen? No, who’d dare? )
“Aha--” There it is, beheld between the fingers of another. And there is goes, lifted from those dainty fingers by things too sharp to be called nails, but too human to be claws. “That would be mine. Personal belongings, regardless of how small, become treasures in such foreign lands.” The bell returns to where it rightfully belongs - neither on the ground, nor a stranger’s hand, but tethered to the jester’s hair.
“Ahh, but please pardon me.” He’s not polite, but he can manage something of a semblance to it for appearance’s sake. “You have this priest’s highest thanks in finding it!”
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