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[wythersake]

There's a woman in Darktown who claims her ointments will induce it. Surely two royals is a small price for one's permanent lodging.

Rather — mn. You will forgive me, Madame, for venturing that your skills extend beyond bookkeeping.

[ no one here is only an accountant, not even salvio. the unskilled die: the fool doctor, that elven boy. ]

If his time is worth it, then consider an appropriate trade. I expect him more interested in results than method.

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Come now, serrah. Not every Antivan has feathers.

[Were this conversation occurring in person, she might pair it with a playful leer or some tilting smile. Ah well. Needs must.]

I wonder. Why so skeptical of the man's company, Isaac?

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I like him.

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I was under the impression you liked me as well.

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I trust every Kirkwall tailor is pleased your poor taste extends only to people.

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I imagine them happier still did I skip our weekly game —

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And upset my creditors?

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Oh, just throw them Averesch.

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I had no idea the method of surviving a bear and eluding debt could be so similar.

[Something something, just don't be the slowest person on the trail.]

I wonder whether we are all so lacking in sincerity that a little measure [however offensive] is all it takes for someone like Rowntree to appeal.

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Really? I've always found this place to err on the side of earnestness.

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And everyone in it so mercifully transparent.

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Who's ducking your questions?

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I'm an irredeemable gossip, Isaac. Even the truth rarely satisfies.

[Speaking of:]

I hear you've withdrawn your services from the infirmary.

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Well, I've never been accused of an excess of patients.

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[A wounded cluck of the tongue. Serrah, please.]

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I'll consider that snake bit repaid —

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I've never been so cruelly treated for trying to amuse a friend.

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Really? We ought to chat more often.

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[Her laugh is a low, rounded thing.]

I'm going to the theater tonight—some dreadful marcher history play. You should let me have my revenge by coming along with.

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You must promise to explain who is the villain.

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Not to worry. I've a fine eye for that sort of thing.