[ Now this is more what he was hoping for. The voice rings true and for the first time today a small smile begins to work its way onto Carver's mouth. Thank the Maker for small mercies.

So, of course, when he actually looks, he can already see something seems amiss. But, he's going to pretend it's not and that it's all fine. After all, it's not like he's acting as if he doesn't know Carver... That's got to be something. Doesn't it? ]

They're Orlesians. Of course they can be that dumb.

[ Come on. ]

I hadn't even thought of that... [ He glances over his shoulder toward the wardrobe and frowns at it. ] Though if this is what I get for a dog, I don't think I'd attempt.

[ There's a brief pause while he argues within himself if he should say anything or not, then just blurts it out in true Carver fashion. ]

I'm glad to see you here. I didn't think I'd recognize anyone else.