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Taking a seat at the table, Ora swirled the liquid in her glass and watched it with no real expression on her face. It had tasted better than she expected. If the evening's job went favorably, she might even find herself paying the bit of extra gil to drink it more often.
And then there was the matter of Two-Patch, who was now at the other table talking to someone else. She had casually scanned the remaining people in the tavern and was ready to report to the Roegedan what she believed, but his seemingly short attention spans had drawn him elsewhere and she didn't want to be rude to the others at the table, nor did she want to interrupt him if he was conducting business.
"Business, of a sort..." she answered Myra's inquiry. "I do odd jobs mostly, these days. I'm performing a reconaissance operation for the gentleman that was in here before..." she spoke in a serene tone but went on to mumble sharply "...if he could be considered a gentleman at all." The argument earlier had been public enough to catch most everyone's attention in the tavern, so there was no sense playing it secret. "The little one is a friend of mine - we go way back." She smiled, pausing to sip her sherry before continuing.
"We were promised a greater sum than we were paid, but times are tough..." she shook her head dismally. "I apologize for the scene earlier, but I assure you he deserved worse than the tonguelashing he got. Some men just don't know when to quit..."
With the last, her glance adjusted across the room to where the Sea Wolf was busily discussing some matter of salesmanship or other. His mention of a job opportunity had piqued her curiosity and she wanted to know more.
"But enough of that. What is it that you teach, Miss Myra?"
And then there was the matter of Two-Patch, who was now at the other table talking to someone else. She had casually scanned the remaining people in the tavern and was ready to report to the Roegedan what she believed, but his seemingly short attention spans had drawn him elsewhere and she didn't want to be rude to the others at the table, nor did she want to interrupt him if he was conducting business.
"Business, of a sort..." she answered Myra's inquiry. "I do odd jobs mostly, these days. I'm performing a reconaissance operation for the gentleman that was in here before..." she spoke in a serene tone but went on to mumble sharply "...if he could be considered a gentleman at all." The argument earlier had been public enough to catch most everyone's attention in the tavern, so there was no sense playing it secret. "The little one is a friend of mine - we go way back." She smiled, pausing to sip her sherry before continuing.
"We were promised a greater sum than we were paid, but times are tough..." she shook her head dismally. "I apologize for the scene earlier, but I assure you he deserved worse than the tonguelashing he got. Some men just don't know when to quit..."
With the last, her glance adjusted across the room to where the Sea Wolf was busily discussing some matter of salesmanship or other. His mention of a job opportunity had piqued her curiosity and she wanted to know more.
"But enough of that. What is it that you teach, Miss Myra?"
"One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth doing is what we do for others." Â ~ Lewis Carol
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