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I've mentioned to Azamat before that walking through somebody you're talking to is very rude. He doesn't care, of course. Still, there is such a thing as courtesy; exercising it tends to put you in many people's good graces. Good for me, potentially good for him for different reasons. But I digress. I turn to face Azamat, closing my door behind me and leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over my chest.
'Well, there are many possible reasons I could give for why I'm here, which may or may not be related to deception or increases in the aforementioned,' I say non-chalantly. 'Many of those reasons would likely be false, others might be true. My main reason, however, and one that I assure you is true, is that I have nothing better to do with myself at present.'
And that's also a lie, at least in the sense that there's probably at least one other thing in the universe I could be doing that would be better suited for me to engage in than this tournament. It just so happens that I don't know what those are at this precise moment, meaning that technically speaking, I'm not acting in a deceitful manner at the moment.
'That being said, if you're looking for new information, I have nothing particularly choice to offer. So far as I am aware, o lord, the state of the mortal realm and our own is near-identical to how it has been since the inception of the First Galactic Tournament- that is to say, in a state of feigned truce that could boil over at any moment.' I neglect to mention why this is the case, that being my involvement with developing new techniques and training myself in magic use, instead simply rolling my shoulders and smiling at Azamat once again.

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