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coughed.
"Well that was remarkably useful. I do wonder how we ever could get
anywhere without yammering to these addle-coves, chief."
"Be patient, Morte. Tell me about this area, Nodd."
He pointed to ground, nodding. "Th' square, Ragpicker's Square, trash
everywhere, aye, Sharegrave's square."
Morte clicked his teeth, "I think I've made my point already."
"Pox mentioned him, too. What can you tell me about Sharegrave?"
"Sharegrave's shadow long, falls over Nodd, it does, aye. Nodd gives some a'
his jink ta Sharegrave, Sharegrave tell others in his shadow: 'watches out fer
Nodd,' aye." He sniffed, nodding slowly.
"Eh... eh..." He shook his head, coughed, then resumed his nodding. "Ye'd
ask a' Nodd, aye, Nodd'd ask a' ye... question fer ye, aye..."
Fair enough, I suppose. I kept an eye on his hands in case he was going to
stick me like every other shady creature I met, and I didn't relish dying and
having my corpse dragged through this disgusting square.
"Nodd has a sister, aye, Amarysse. Ah-mahr-eece... lives in th' Hive, away
from here, away from th' Square. So long, long ago Nodd was separated
from his sister, taken away..."
I began to wonder how long I could hold my breath. Pretty long, I suppose,
"You've been separated from her and you'd like me to find her?"
"Oh come on, chief! Are you going to run errands for every sap we come
across in this city? We're going to spend half our lives fetching and chasing
after lim-lims at this rate!"
I shifted my weight and didn't quite look Nodd in the eye. Morte was right,
much as I'd hate to admit it.
"Ye don't know her?" He shook his head sadly for a moment, chewing his
lower lip. "If ye sees her, if ye does, tell her Nodd, her brother, worries
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