@petrelium from here
Start fresh...?
Zinzolin mouthed the words to himself. Mulled them over and racked his brain.
Her words--the one about having seen him before--made a sudden icy chill crawl down his spine; for some reason, he had the strangest aversion to being surveilled, or anything adjacent to it. Who knew the cause for that.
"Yes, yes," Zinzolin said, scratching his head in attempt to act sheepish and coy; he was tying to hide the nervous fidgets that his hands would surely start doing, were they not occupied with something else. "Please tell me where we've met! I... have never been good at remembering faces!"
A lie, in quite honesty; his time as a Sage made him quite good at remembering people. That was exactly why this situation was so vexing to him!
"How... is it that you know me, but I don't know you?"
