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"Then I'll find this Merriman, and speak <strong>to</strong> him on your <strong>be</strong>half."<br />

Dolora nodded, the slightest hint <strong>of</strong> a smile <strong>appear</strong>ing on her lips. She<br />

bowed her head. "Were you <strong>to</strong> find and speak with Merriman, I would <strong>be</strong><br />

most grateful. He is a mem<strong>be</strong>r <strong>of</strong> the Society <strong>of</strong> Sensation, so you may wish<br />

<strong>to</strong> ask for him at the Civic Festhall."<br />

~~~~~<br />

When I asked around about this Merriman, I was given descriptions <strong>of</strong> a<br />

bitter, cantankerous old codger, despite his name. It was easy <strong>to</strong> find him...<br />

few were so jaded and cranky in this hall <strong>of</strong> delights.<br />

The man's drab gray-white coat matched his frayed silver hair, and wrinkles<br />

etched deep crevices in<strong>to</strong> his face. His mouth was twisted in<strong>to</strong> frown that<br />

<strong>be</strong>came even more severe as he <strong>not</strong>iced me coming his way. "Merriman my<br />

name may <strong>be</strong>, but merry I am <strong>not</strong>! Off with you, young one! No time for the<br />

likes <strong>of</strong> you!" He went in<strong>to</strong> a fit <strong>of</strong> coughing from the exertion <strong>of</strong> shooing me<br />

away so loudly.<br />

"Wait... Dolora wanted me <strong>to</strong> speak with you."<br />

Merriman eyed me suspiciously. "That so? About what, eh? Hmm? Well?"<br />

"She says that you're her first love, and that so long as you hold the keys <strong>to</strong><br />

her heart, she'll never <strong>be</strong> free <strong>to</strong> love a<strong>not</strong>her."<br />

"She <strong>to</strong>ld you that, eh? I'm surprised. Perhaps leaving her in under Mistress<br />

Grace's tutelage did what I couldn't... started <strong>to</strong> develop her feelings. In any<br />

case..." He patted a pocket on his tunic. "...I won't just give the keys <strong>to</strong> you."<br />

"Wait - those are literally 'the keys <strong>to</strong> her heart?'"<br />

He nodded. "That they are. Dolora's a Construct; didn't you know that? A<br />

creature <strong>of</strong> sorcery and clockwork mechanics she is, and one <strong>of</strong> my finest<br />

creations." Merriman sighed. "But cold, without emotion or character. I<br />

brought her <strong>to</strong> the Brothel and 'set' her so that she could <strong>not</strong> leave, in the<br />

hopes that the constant contact with so many others would <strong>be</strong>gin develop<br />

her own personality. The keys are the <strong>to</strong>ols used <strong>to</strong> 'set' her; she wants<br />

them <strong>be</strong><strong>cause</strong> she feels that they're limiting her personal growth now, I<br />

suspect."<br />

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