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


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The imp continued to stroke his beard as Alex finally decided to explain himself. The mischievous long smile was still present on the little man’s face—as expected of an imp.

[b]…I’m looking for a man’s daughter…[/b]

The imp’s red eyes flicked to the rump root the sorcerer had pointed at. He knew exactly who he was talking about, and Alex could see the familiarity in his devious, little eyes. He chuckled, quaking with greed.

[b]…have you seen a beautiful, young lady buying such a root?[/b]

Peering innocently up at the sky as though he were actually contemplating on whether he knew anything or not, the imp said, “Hmm…aye, I might know somethin’.”

His eyes lowered to the sorcerer and he said nothing further. He figured the guy was smart and knew how to properly loosen his lips. Hell, they both knew what he wanted. It was just a matter of whether or not Alex would give it to him.

[@Legion02]