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[h3][color=gray]The Smiling Monkey, Odonfield, Two Days Ago[/color][/h3]

[sub][@Andre Valias][/sub]

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[quote=Anton][color=0072bc]'I imagine you don't have lungs, but would you permit the privilege of me ravaging mine?'[/color][/quote]

[b]”Odenfield's finest cigars? Please, don't let me intrude.”[/b] Ryllae said, a hint of a smile on her painted lips.

Her eyes glanced about the tavern, almost looking over her shoulder. Whether it was nerves or another reason, she wanted to be sure no one was eavesdropping on them. A beat, before she turned her gaze back to Anton. Her eyes stared at him dead on, serious and unwavering.

[b]”The Glasic Fields are under attack. It is unsafe to travel to or near it. Rumours are that the rebellion is finally making its move. And, moreso a shred of incendiary gossip, but they say His Grace, Duke Rhinecliff, is involved…”[/b]

Her arms folded on the table, and her gaze dropped, dismay crossing her delicate features. [b]”It means your plans with the Seeds may be futile.”[/b]

A long pause, before her eyes flickered over to him, and that soft smile was back on her face. It almost appeared mischievous. [b]”Unless someone just so happened to steal from the Fields before this… unfortunate incident.”[/b]

Her smile grew a little wider. [b]”You can still attend your meeting with the representative of His Grace, but do it with my Seeds. I don't ask for anything in return, except for you to allow me and my partner to accompany you in your goal.”[/b]

She leaned back in her seat, butterflies fluttering in her hair, one moving to land on her cheek. Her eyes stared unblinking at him, confident he wouldn't turn her down.

[b]”What do you say, my Lord?”[/b]