“I don’t think too many people are going to openly sell Dark Arts books to someone just rolling in off the street. There is a level you have to get to before they’ll trust you with their most illegal goods. Got to vet out the rats first.” Anthony smirked just slightly, and began thumbing through the books at Terry’s request. There was a chance he should be worried about his friend looking for dark magic, but there were few people he trusted in the way he trusted Terry, and so if his friend said it would be fine, then he believed him.
“I’m fine. My tongue still feels a bit funny sometime, which the healer said is normal and more related to my mind knowing its not my original tongue and less to do with anything wrong with the functionality of the regrown one.” Anthony shrugged, chatting away as if this were normal conversation. “I am. I’d like to get out though, but I still feel a little uneasy in the flat, you know?”