[h1][i]Stolen Daughter[/i][/h1]


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The imp glanced up at Alexander, stroking his beard with the same love one might stroke a cat with. He squinted his red greedy eyes in a contemplative manner as he [i]Hmmmed[/i] audibly.

"An' what does a young lad like ye be needin' wit' rump root? Gotta case of t'e piles so soon in ye age?" the imp asked. He then glanced down at the various roots and herbs he had spread across his rug. He glanced right at the fat brown root but made no motion to pick it up. His eyes flicked back up to the sorcerer as he asked, seemingly hinting at nothing:

"Ye gettin' it fo' ye Pa?"

[@Legion02]