Andralyn watched her for a long time before moving her gaze to Clove and back.
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The numbers racked up as she counted, not that they mattered, her coffers still went deep despite her difficulties. Still, parting with any money is unacceptable. Did she really need the services of this Streetrunner? Especially one with references as trustworthy as Skarp... that skag.
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She drummed her fingers on the table.
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"I'm not one to outsource my work, Miss Zhavi." She almost laughed at the hypocrisy of her own statement. Being a Dame was the definition of outsourcing work. "But I do find myself in a bit of a bind… I'm taking up a few contracts that will have my attention drawn toward Ul'dah for the next two weeks." The drinks arrived and she took a moment to savor the beverage.
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"While I do have my own consorts mingling with the guttersmut biting at my heels, it may prove useful to get a fresh set of eyes and ears around the city. Something to help me broaden the picture that has been slowly pulling itself together for me."Â
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Her demeanor changed as she sat forward.This was no longer a business woman doing business, this was the Dame of one Limsa’s prominent houses protecting her livelihood.
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"I enjoy a game as well as the next. I enjoy laughing at my loses from time to time or even being humbled a bit here and there.†She mused for a bit, “Perhaps that’s what this is. A humbling from on high, the Gods laughing at my suffering for the fortune they've bestowed upon me.â€
She waved a hand, dismissing the thought, “But that’s neither here nor there.†The tone of her voice sobered, its melodic, carefree cadence flipped on its heels as spoke, her eyes darkening to insist she be minded.Â
“What I don’t like is when those games start to cut into my pocket. If you’re one to play games like that, I will ruin you. You play in my favor or you don’t play at all.â€
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The threat coming from her pretty mouth seemed more a promise. She looked to Clove for a long time as if to pressure him to push her away from this deal.
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“They wear a tattoo of a playing card. Find me the name of their master…and the name of his. They've come up too fast to have built their own standing.â€
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She lifted the appointment card tucked in her palm to Clove in two fingers, “Her pay is coming from your wages.â€
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The numbers racked up as she counted, not that they mattered, her coffers still went deep despite her difficulties. Still, parting with any money is unacceptable. Did she really need the services of this Streetrunner? Especially one with references as trustworthy as Skarp... that skag.
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She drummed her fingers on the table.
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"I'm not one to outsource my work, Miss Zhavi." She almost laughed at the hypocrisy of her own statement. Being a Dame was the definition of outsourcing work. "But I do find myself in a bit of a bind… I'm taking up a few contracts that will have my attention drawn toward Ul'dah for the next two weeks." The drinks arrived and she took a moment to savor the beverage.
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"While I do have my own consorts mingling with the guttersmut biting at my heels, it may prove useful to get a fresh set of eyes and ears around the city. Something to help me broaden the picture that has been slowly pulling itself together for me."Â
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Her demeanor changed as she sat forward.This was no longer a business woman doing business, this was the Dame of one Limsa’s prominent houses protecting her livelihood.
Â
"I enjoy a game as well as the next. I enjoy laughing at my loses from time to time or even being humbled a bit here and there.†She mused for a bit, “Perhaps that’s what this is. A humbling from on high, the Gods laughing at my suffering for the fortune they've bestowed upon me.â€
She waved a hand, dismissing the thought, “But that’s neither here nor there.†The tone of her voice sobered, its melodic, carefree cadence flipped on its heels as spoke, her eyes darkening to insist she be minded.Â
“What I don’t like is when those games start to cut into my pocket. If you’re one to play games like that, I will ruin you. You play in my favor or you don’t play at all.â€
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The threat coming from her pretty mouth seemed more a promise. She looked to Clove for a long time as if to pressure him to push her away from this deal.
Â
“They wear a tattoo of a playing card. Find me the name of their master…and the name of his. They've come up too fast to have built their own standing.â€
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She lifted the appointment card tucked in her palm to Clove in two fingers, “Her pay is coming from your wages.â€
