Tsundoku, on 22 March 2026 - 12:07 AM, said:
Interesting. I genuinely can't recall that. Then again you could fill a series of books with all the details I don't remember.
Can you provide a page link, or even a few paragraphs as a context quote? I don't have a digital version of GotM so can't do an easy search.
It is in Chapter 20, on pages 450-451 of the ebook I'm reading. I will have to type things out, so any mistakes are mine alone:
********"Not yet, Murillio snarled. He glanced around. The street was still empty. He leaned close, :I've worked some things out, Kruppe. Circle Breaker contacting me put everything into order in my mind. I know who you are."
"Aaai! Kruppe cried, withdrqwing. "I'll not deny it, then! It's true, Murillio, Kruppe is Lady Simtal connivingly disguised."
"Not this time! No distractions. You're the Eel, Kruppe. All this blubbering, sweaty meek-mouse stuff is just an act, isn't it? You've got half this city win your pocket, Eel."
Eyes wide, Kruppe snatched the handkerchief from his sleeve and mopped his brow. He wrung sweat from it, droplets spattering on the cobbles, then a veritable torrent splashed on to the stones.
Murrillio barked a laugh. "No more magical cantrips, Kruppe. I've known you for a long time, remember? I've seen you cast spells. You've got everybody fooled, but not me. I'm not telling,though. You don't have to worry about that." He smiled. "Then again, if you don't come out with it here and now, I might get annoyed."
Sighing, Kruppe returned the handkerchief to his sleeve. "Annoyance is uncalled for," he said, waving a hand and fluttering his fingers.
Murillio blinked, suddenly dizzy. He rubbed his forehead and frowned. What had they just been takling about? it couldn't have been important. "Thanks for the masks, friend. They'll come in handy, I'm sure." His frown deepened. What a confusing thing to say! He wasn't even angry that Kruppe had figured things out; nor that the fat little man would attend the Fete. How odd! "Good the Coll's all right, isn't it? Well," he mumbled, "I's better head back to check on Rallick."
Smiling, Kruppe nodded. "Until the Fete, then, fare you well, Murillio Kruppe's finest and dearest friend."
"Goodnight," Murillio replied, turning to retrace his steps. He lacked sleep. All these late nights were taking their toll. That was a problem. "Of course," he muttered, then began to walk.********
The highlighted text are the salient points. Right after the second one, Murillio changed. Seems like Mockra to me.
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