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can keep the gem if you want."
"I don't need charity from the likes of yeh!" she snapped, growling and
thinking it over. Trying to refuse the request of an immortal mage is one
thing, it was another entirely to say no to one that was proven to be
troublesome and who knew where you lived, "Fine. But just until then,
aye?"
"Great. Now that that's settled..."
~~~~~
If a good meal had smoothed things over with Annah earlier, a little alcohol
may do even better.
"Ach, now thar's a sight these old eyes have missed," Ebb Creakknees
chuckled as Annah swayed past his table, "I don't suppose I could buy a
drink for you, lass?"
"There ain't enough ale in the planes for that, yeh fat sack o' wrinkles."
Ebb pursed his lips, "Well now that's harsh, lass." Ebb smiled at me, "Oi, it's
good to see you again, my old friend. I don't suppose a clueless berk like you
still needs a tout?"
I shook my head, "I think I can make my own way around for now. Thanks,
Ebb."
He smirked, and leaned in close so that his paunch pressed against the
creaking table, "Well, I'll give you this bit for free. The bartender's been
staring daggers at you since you've arrived. He's asked me a few questions
about you the last time you were here."
"What did you tell him?"
"Nothing too incriminating," he slapped the table and let out a loud, bawdy
laugh at the look of shock on my face, "Ahhh! Sorry lad, yer just too easy.
No, there was nothing to be said. We had a few drinks, I spoke a little of the
chant, and you left. Though if I recall correctly you painted that alley red on
your way out."
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