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[Heirloom - Part One]
"You honestly expect me to remember somethin' from that long ago?"
The words were those of a deep, gravely voice. Â The owner a scarred Seawolf whose best days were decades passed. Â
The voice that whispered back, carried hints of lipstick and the exotic tones of the north. Â "I do."
He didn't so much see her, as feel her as she pressed against his side. Â Soft, rather than threatening - but with a menace about her that lead to hesitation. Â In his youth things would have been different. Â He would have mastered her; age had left him more careful.
"You can't be for real. Â Comin' out here askin', hells, demandin', to know who I sold a ruttin' blade ta over a decade ago? Â I've no way. Â I couldn't tell ya if I wanted ta!"
"And you don't want to, do you?" Â The red of her lips was caught momentarily in the ray of a street lamp. Â Its shadowy illumination filtered into the thick air of the alley, catching the way she grinned behind his forearm.
"I don't know..." said the Roegadyn, his demeanor suddenly shifting with a playful smile tugging at his expression. Â "You seem right delectable enough. Â Maybe we could make some sort of..."
The steel point suddenly digging into the rugged flesh behind his kidney changed it right back. Â
"Hey!" he cried in protest, "What's your trouble, lady, I ain't done nothin' wrong!"
"No... but I just might." Came the whispered reply from those feminine lips. Â The press of blade point emphasizing her threat.
"You must have records. Â Receipts. Â I know your sort. Â Nothing really escapes your notice when merchandise is concerned."
"Thall's balls..." He muttered under his breath - a voice of defeat.
"That's what this is about? Â You wanna see my bleedin' receipts?"
He swung his head her way. Â "Fine lady. Â Have it your way."
While one slender hand slipped the stiletto away, the other proffered a small purse of gil. Â
"You know this'd have done for starts?" He stated plainly as the welcome coin fell into his massive palm.
"You, old man, own quite the reputation for wandering hands. Â Now you know just how close to keep them."
He let out a low groan. Â In the dim of the lamp light, she smirked.
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