He just chuckles softly at the wistful note in the pony's tone at the idea. Kol got plenty done when most people were sleeping through their lives-- plenty of murder, mischief, and mayhem, mostly. But plenty.
"What sort of stuff did she keep track of? Anything that isn't stock-standard about this place?"
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"What sort of stuff did she keep track of? Anything that isn't stock-standard about this place?"