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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dawn Raven" data-source="post: 4660120" data-attributes="member: 80176">Les steps back from Vlastos and covers her mouth with a hand at Kruk’s indignant reply. “That is…quite obscene. Why would someone want to hang any part of that story on their wall? To think of what happened to that poor woman’s daughter…”   The Harlot’s Nipple? Sounds like a rowdy place, and completely raunchy. It reminds me of the places where I grew up where you have to make sure you don’t step backwards into a knife on the way out. Anyway, I’m sure I’ll be right at home. Any chance we could stay for a quick drink when we get there? Actually, on second thought never mind…” Les’s eyes wander up to follow the broken shingles of a shop across the street and she muses about the weak drinks, poisoned food and devilish patrons at Notrim’s Seven Sails.   Raiyek and Kruk’s comments get a raised eyebrow in response. “Offering violence outright is likely to lead to making enemies with people we don’t want to make enemies with. A more subtle approach would be better, although Kruk’s menacing presence is perfectly that.” Les winks at Raiyek and waits for them while looking at the baubles and decorative idols of a slightly crazed religious zealot.</blockquote>