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me.
Bish's head snapped to meet he gaze, and a shorter, one-eyed thug grinned,
"Oh so yer travelin' with Pharod's favorite, eh? I do wonder how she gets
that much jink just dealin' with deaders. Did Pharod hire her out ta be yer
escort or..." he snickered, "an escort?" The gang cackled, and I glanced down
to see Annah slip one hand gracefully behind her, fingers curling around a
hidden dagger.
"Oi! None of that, ye scum-brained sod!" Bish turned and frowned at me.
"Alright, if yer travelin' wit her it should be fine. Ya can go on. But know this,
berk. Ya go causing trouble for the lass, I go crushin' yer skull if I see ya
again."
I nodded, and just as I left the one-eyed villain moved past Bish and leaned
in for a whisper, "If ye do happen ya tame the lady and lift her tail, be sure
to give the rest a taste, ya jig?" We left with their raucous laughter burning
in my ears.
"So where to now?" Annah asked smoothly. Too smoothly, as if she were
forcing her calm. Funny... Annah didn't seem the type to rein in her anger.
"I don't suppose you like Gar-Bar root?"
~~~~~
We sat on the curb enjoying our feast.
With plenty of gold from the sold spoils for food, Morte and I tore into our
repast with gusto. The pears were crisp, firm, and sweet. The spiced
nut-bread was aromatic and flavored with of carrots and almond, slightly
sweet and light and leaving me hungry for more. The sea plums were an odd
blue-green color, with a rind slightly bitter and extremely sour. It was
enough to make me grimace and shudder as I bit into it, but the fruit's meat
was remarkably sweet... a wonderful complement.
"I haven't had these since I was a wee one," Annah murmured, spitting out
the pit of an Arborean fire-seed so that it clattered halfway across the
street, "Had ta nick 'em o' course. Along with a fat purse or two from the
crowd."
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