"Bartolomeo Castille" glanced up at "Bolvi Blackblade" with a frown as the lift worked its magic. They were on their way to the lower decks now; he'd made it clear to Bolvi that they'd be passing old Baderon's establishment by. Not worth the risk of the Wench's proprietor recognizing either of them and giving the game away.Â
"H-hawkers'?" He yelled in a high pitch, determined to see to it that his voice would carry well above and beyond the noisy racket of the lift. "N-n-not unless you mean that alley with all of the, the, the disreputable types. Seems an awfully crowded place to meet, ser... n-n-not that I'm doubting you! Just... just... how are we to find you amidst all of... well... that?"
"H-hawkers'?" He yelled in a high pitch, determined to see to it that his voice would carry well above and beyond the noisy racket of the lift. "N-n-not unless you mean that alley with all of the, the, the disreputable types. Seems an awfully crowded place to meet, ser... n-n-not that I'm doubting you! Just... just... how are we to find you amidst all of... well... that?"
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