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**The hunter favored Wayland with a nod.**
**The fenette pulled him a glass of the cloying, thick wine.**
Mirielle - "You know places only make this because it lasts forever, right? It's like drinking an ancient bee-hive."
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**A while later, a rather sickened peacekeeper returned to confirm that Straut was in fact dead, and the two adventurers were paid.**
Peacekeeper - "You don't mind waiting her a moment while we send a team to confirm that?"
**With that he rose and motioned for the bard to follow him.**
**He pulled out the Burglary Note he'd bought giving it a scan.**
Dreck - "I don't mind. But are you sure you're up for it? This isn't an army; if things go bad I absolutely will leave you behind."
Dreck - "Maybe? Is that the sort of thing you bard types go in for?"
Dreck - "They deserve it. The big Elexian gangs are trash; penny-ante goons in big hats. Screw'm."