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No longer having magic at his constant disposal wasn’t something that Merlin found particularly enjoyable, but there were rare times when it felt almost unbearable.  Those times often included opening his windows to air out the smoke and a need to buy new pots and pans.  It wasn’t as though he’d been doing anything ridiculous, only cooking some porridge. Merlin was sure he’d made it by hand once, back before it had been safe to use his magic for trivial things.  The problem was that was a very long time ago and he just couldn’t seem to remember that he needed to give his full attention to these things.  It wasn’t smart to get distracted by his books when he had something on the stove.

 His breakfast mishap meant another morning meal at the Eggman diner.  Normally that wasn’t such a terrible outcome (some mornings he barely had time for an apple after cleaning up the mess), but that morning Merlin had intended to go over notes too sensitive for such a public space.  Though there was nothing in the way of clues Merlin couldn’t help but look into every small detail about the missing persons he could get his hands on. He wasn’t used to not knowing what was going on but without his visions he was as clueless as everyone else. Merlin didn’t like it.

 Merlin was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed someone looking at him.  Quickly returning a smile to his face, he meet their gaze.  “Good morning.”

“--- Listen, you’re either here to report somethin' or you’re just buggin’ me. It better not be the second one, I really don’t have time.” He gestured to his desk, a mess of paperwork and well---- left over thai food he didn’t remember picking up. He should really throw that out. “So. . . you got something?” An eye brow arches in the direction of the person opposite of his desk. 

“Can I help you? Office hours are over you know.“

It figures that this all happens. Get enough fables together and of course, shit goes south fast. He didn’t think the scene would be so violent though. . . however given with who it was, it didn’t really surprise him. The Knave was always dramatic, so his death would of course be just as bad. Bigby had a long list of suspects given how many people Knave pissed off, he had his work cut out for him.  First on his list was a very mad used to be queen. Red.  “Alright, let’s just start from the beginning. When was the last time you talked to the Knave.” He paused for a moment, and then added. “I. . . I know he was a friend of yours.”