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[Dorian Gray has been doing a great deal of growing up. When he addresses the locket, his expression is set firmly, and his famous youth is only in his features. This is war. And he does not wish for death. So he is short, to the point, avoiding all of the excesses of his normal speech patterns.]

I've produced protective stones as a product of my research in warding magic. [He holds up one: a simple stone, with runes carved in, small, lightweight, very portable.] I have made as many as I could as quickly as possible. It will guard the bearer from the first strikes set against them by taking the damage in their stead, but it can only bear so much—up to a broken bone, perhaps, or a deep but non-fatal cut. Still, it is one more chance of survival.

If any wish for one, you may come to me in the library of Caer Glaem, or I can deliver it to you anywhere in Seelie territory.

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[Remus appears with a tired smile, and a couple of curious questions for him.]

It's a kind offer, sir. I would take at least one, for a friend, perhaps two, for one more as well, if I may.

There is a question I must ask you though, in private conversation if I could. [He's not quite sure that even this would count as that, given what he's heard about the lockets.] Would you prefer meeting in person? In...the Caer Glaem Library, did you say?

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Of course, they're yours.

[He can't help but feel a little cautious, but if it's privacy, so be it. They are on the same side.] Yes, there is a room set aside for the purposes of magecraft there. I can meet with you there.

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[The reason will be clear soon enough. He just does not want to have to ask his questions in front of others, lest he be perceived the wrong way.]

Ah, yes! The Magi Workroom, isn't it! Sir Lancelot gave me a key, but I haven't made it over to Caer Glaem to investigate the place yet. I can meet with you there though, of course. Are you free now, then? As I said, it shouldn't take too much time, then I'll be out of your hair. Though I'm curious to know about your research as well, and the construction of these stones, if you'll indulge me on that as well? Consider it an occupational hazard, but I'm always interested in learning more, particularly about magic.

[Dorian offers a quick smile, unable to resist responding to Remus's enthusiasm for the research.] Yes, I am there now. I would be happy to discuss what I've done, and I have my research with me at present.

Thank you for accommodating me. It shouldn't take me more than a minute or so to pop by.

[True to his word, there's a literal 'POP' sound outside the door and a soft knock to follow.]

[Dorian signals for Ruadán to get the door, but he rises to his feet to greet Remus. As is his custom, he has tea ready, with a cup for Remus if he likes, and plates of snacks—muffins and butter, biscuits, jam, cucumber sandwiches—for guests. Ruadán ushers Remus inside, and Dorian offers him a smile and his hand.]

You were not understating your speed. It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dorian Gray.

[Remus smiles in return, taking the hand as well.] A pleasure, Dorian. I'm Remus. Remus Lupin. I do hope that you'll accept my apology for the strange request to meet here and not in a more public place. Nothing sinister, I can assure you. I very much am interested in hearing about your research, for that matter.

[He drops his hand and smiles at him, quietly, and a bit sadly.] The main reason I wanted to speak in private was to ask whether the charm on the stones that you had offered worked for both courts. And if you were willing to let one go for those reasons. I can understand if the answer would be no, I just. I have a young student in the Unseelie court. His parents were my best friends, growing up, and I thought... [He shrugs, slightly, helplessly.] I do what I can, but I can only do what I can do, I suppose.

[He immediately warms to Remus—except that Remus then steps them into danger. Dorian's eyes widen then, and he is paralysed.

He wants to help. Of course he wants to help. But they are in the centre of the castle, and there is no knowing how far the monarch's eyes and ears rich. There is no knowing how far he can trust anyone. Dorian has given these stones to his dearest friends on the other side, but he did so in secret, where he hoped none would see or know him. To candidly hand them over in a workroom meant for the Magi that support the war effort?]

I . . . In technical terms, there is no reason they would not work for any person, Shardbearer or not. Their principle is to anchor on to their bearer, and that is all. But these stones are the product of my research undertaken at the Lord Marshall's behest, for our war effort. That is what this workroom has been set aside for: the mages of the war. I couldn't give them so easily to the other side.

[Dorian takes one of the stones, quiet with its markings, and offers it to Remus. He is certain to meet his eyes, in hope that his meaning will be communicated.] Take this to protect yourself. Should it break, or should you misplace it, come to me for a second.

[He hopes he is understood, or that if he is not, Remus will take the opportunity being offered to him.]

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