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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 22:50:08 GMT -5
The slender young beauty with chestnut curls led the shaggy sellsword up a second floor corridor to a hidden office. Inside it was spacious and comfortably appointed, and Dacey sat at a desk.
She looked up with a smile. "Welcome. Take a seat," she waved him into a chair, and dismissed the girl with a glance. The pretty wench gave Scav a last peck and departed.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 22:54:04 GMT -5
Scav sat down, and crossed his legs.
"Look, if this is about the sweetling back there, I apologize, I didn't mean to hurt her feelings on account of falling asleep fuckin. Its just. you know how men are."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 22:58:07 GMT -5
Dacey laughed. "My good man, you have done nothing wrong. And I can't imagine anyone who could outdrink Mysha and still stand upright to tell the tale. Speaking of which, I have some here." She reached under her desk and withdrew a pitcher and two tumblers, and poured ale for both of them.
Sitting back, she said, "I think I've seen you before, but I'm not sure. Do you work for Varner? Well, did you work for him?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 23:04:42 GMT -5
The sellsword's eyes narrowed, and suddenly he seems very sober indeed.
"I'll be passing on the drink, and it may 'haps I knew him, what of it?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:07:47 GMT -5
Dacey took a deep drink and smiled. "Don't look so wary, Scav. I worked for Lord Varner too - I was his eyes and ears here. One of his many agents in the city. Some of you are small and hidden, others are larger figures. I was one of them. So I was curious when I saw you. You, me, Flea, so many others worked for Lord Varner. But there must be a new spymaster in the city. I don't know if the Red Keep has one yet, so I figured I would ask you."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 23:12:45 GMT -5
"Well, my purse still has coin in it, and the little street urchins still bring me notes, in that weird writing of the old Lord Weasel, so i figured maybe he won't really dead. Wouldn't be the first time he fooled us all, Seven knows. As long as the money keeps flowing, I figure I'm still his man. How about you? You still playing with the weasel? Err, I mean on his team. Playing on the Weasel's team, is what I meant."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:13:55 GMT -5
"Of course," Dacey said simply. "He is the only one who ever offered me the protection I needed. Except for Mortimer, who has no power anymore."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 23:17:41 GMT -5
"Well, I still know some of the right code words to start the bloodletting, so if anyone gives you so much as a slap on the ass without say so, you let me know. And however you passed information on to the Weasel, just keep on passing it. Someone is reading those messages, sure as shit."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:22:17 GMT -5
"Oh?" Dacey said, her eyes wary and curious. "And who is that?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 23:23:25 GMT -5
"Fuck me if I know." Scav said, "Actually, fuck me if I don't, cause I ain't go the slightest idea. Someone who knows what he's doing I suppose, cause things are still running without a hitch so far as I can tell."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:31:03 GMT -5
Dacey looked at him for a long moment, silent and speculative in her gaze. Then, finally, she nodded. "All right, I will trust you on this. I can keep relaying information to your boss, if he provide me protection. And if he gets wind of any profitable operations that...well, operations that the law would dislike but would be profitable, I would be interested in them.
"You can tell him, in fact, that the King and Prince Rickon are down in my inn. The King wants the Valyrian sword of Lady Blackheart back, and Prince Rickon is organizing a party on a longship that will have twenty of my girls. And me," she smiled.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 23:43:58 GMT -5
"Consider it noted." Scav says, with a smile. "And I still get free pussy every time I come right?" He grins evilly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:49:46 GMT -5
Dacey laughed. "Yes indeed you do. And as much booze as your fine liver can handle."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 7, 2008 23:54:13 GMT -5
"Well alright, but next time, I'm picking just the one or the other, not both at one time." Scav stood, and gave an if you please salute. "And we're off into the wild black shadows..."
He left.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:55:07 GMT -5
Dacey drained the rest of her ale, a contemplative look in her eye. She would find out who this mysterious new weasel is, one way or another. Dacey did not like flying blind.
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Hope you all are well and happy.