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Edmund bit his lip nervously at Deimos' tone. There was a subtle undercurrent of suspicion that had his hackles rising and the tiger beneath his skin snarling. "It's for a healing thing." He didn't owe the man any answers, but he would not allow some stranger to be spreading rumors about the Ancients. Who knew what the Sword would say if he was so suspicious about a single quest. Edmund didn't know this man or his habits. It was better safe than sorry. At the question, Edmund glanced around to see if there were any other remains. Finding none, he shook his head. He had what he needed. "No. I've got it all." Putting the bag away, the young Ancient glanced at where Deimos had had his notebook, "Do you?" The man had helped him and despite the unease he gave the young Ancient, it'd be impolite not to check. Edmund Reborn In Fire