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the Art is quite impressive."
"Fine, then... I'll just go tell them about you."
Luis barked a laugh, "First, I would tell you this one thing: I have been
popping in and out of the Brothel for a good, long time... I'm quite
knowledgeable regarding both its occupants and their activities. I assure you
that talking about me is utterly worthless; not only will you lose me as a
potential source of information, but I'll simply disappear before someone
comes to investigate your claims, leaving you looking the fool."
Well for someone who claims to be so competent, he did get seen. "Nenny
told me she saw a man leaving Kimasxi Addertongue's room... I think that
was you, Luis."
There. Wounding his pride had finally set him off. Like an ember landing on
a pile of dry twigs Luis exploded into a full, rabid fury, "You think? THINK?!
How could you be so alarmingly rude, so ludicrously presumptuous, as to
spout forth such an accusation without being absolutely certain of your
charges?! How dare you! Impertinent, brassy cur! Why, I ought to..."
As Luis railed and cursed, his drawers opened and closed... revealing a small
bundle of crimson cloth tucked alongside some clothes. The repeated
opening and closing of the armoire drawers was going to make it difficult to
grab, however.
And with only one good hand left, I hesitated before grabbing the edge of
the drawer.
"Wh- stop! You filthy, hideous brute!"
I grunted, planting a foot against the varnished door, "Annah! I could really
use some help here!"
An amused grin spread across her face, "Oh no thank yeh, I think I'll just
stand back 'ere and watch..."
"Don't look at me, chief. Lack of hands and all that."
I tugged and pulled, my firm little yanks beginning to lose against his. The
slim crack of the closing drawer was getting to be almost too narrow for my
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