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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 12:38 am
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Help people.
Lenila grunted, but said nothing immediately. It was, she supposed, a noble aim—if, in her opinion, misguided. Certainly people needed help. Orphans. The poor. The stranded. Some more helpless than others, of course. But the city as a whole—it had as much corruption as it did goodness and the great majority of the time, the 'help' felt like an excuse to exercise power over those who lacked it.
And yet.
“Aye, well…maybe you're in it for the right. Don't figure most are, though. Where's best we get you that you think you can stay safe for a bit an' not have folk spittin' foul spirits in your drink, oi?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2016 5:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 9:09 am
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2018 1:29 am
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At the first question, Len gave a noncommittal grunt, but didn’t argue, and as he conceded, she nodded with an affirming hum. “It ain’t so far.” At the latter offer, she flashed a spot of teeth. “I’ll take it, but I’d sooner you put coin down on food were it my call,” she said.
And with that, she followed with him as promised, carrying forward light conversation whenever it came up, but mostly musing at the oddity they made together. Overhead, the moon shone a brilliant pearlescent white, but aside from it and the stars, only the gods would witness the thief walking the guardsman home.
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