*Zeta smiles, still blushing, and looks at her spear. It's a combined look of knowledge and awe, and she nods.*
Zeta: In a way. Technology from a very long time ago, some magic, and a bit of other things I'm not entitled to speak about. Oh, speaking of things I can't talk about, Jillian, the book is buried in the forest.  I hid it well cause I already had suspicions about being followed.

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*Eustace keeps his face blank as always, but he does tilt his head.*
Eustace: If he wanted her dead, she would be dead. 
*He then swaps to his natural dialect, but continues his emotionless tone.*
Eustace: I don't trust you either, but to be completely honest I don't care if you trust me or not. My agenda is my own, and it happens to be impeded by that storm.
*He looks back at Lecter wothout a second thought, and his ear flicks sightly.*
Eustace: Correct. Retrieval of the stolen property is foremost.