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nurturing. No one's irredeemable."
She leaned against my chest, and I put a consoling arm around her.
"I think I believe you," Kesai-Serris sniffled.
"Visit the Mortuary sometime, the black obelisk, and ask for Old Mebbeth
the healer."
~~~~~
The Hive merchant was just opening up his shop when we visited him in the
morning. "Ah, cutter! Such a long while since you graced my stands. I'd
heard of a scarred-up man wandering the Clerk's Ward as if he were familiar
with the place. I do hope my humble offerings will still please you." He
smiled graciously, waving a hand over his delicacies.
"Of course. Anything special you have for me?"
"Ah certainly, certainly! Today, a shipment of Golden Apples from Hesperis.
Most rare, and it's said that they grant longevity and wisdom to those that
sample them. I make no such grandiose claim of course, but the flavor is
exceptional..."
The coppers clinked into his hand, "Longevity I have little need for, but
wisdom is always appreciated." I bit into the apple, and its juices ran down
my chin. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet.
~~~~~
"I should've known you'd be here."
Fresh new gouges scarred Ebb's armor, and pulling the pipestem from his
lips he exhaled, letting the wreath of smoke mingle through his thick white
beard. "Nice work back there in Curst, friend."
"You seem unusually content for a... revolutionary. I'd expect you to be
more upset that your plans had gone awry."
Ebb chuckled, swilling his mug of foul ale, "I was undercover. Triple agent.
Harmonium agent, infiltrating the Anarchists, pretending to be a
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