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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 9554293" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Belyse registers the voice and winces...maybe even shudders is more like it.&nbsp; She turns to see Pritchard Blackmantle making, clearly convincing, overtures to her clerk.&nbsp; Quickly intervening, as the big lug behind the counter is already admitting them to her care, she announces &quot;Townsend, can you see to our fair couple's needs, please?&quot;&nbsp; Through a severely grimace-weighted smile, she says goodbye to her actual clients and ushers Pritchard to the back behind some screens.&nbsp; Her voice is hushed low to avoid suspicion, while her words are spat like poison-laden darts.&nbsp; Full excoriation-mode initiated.&quot;Pritchard Blackmantle...how dare you?!&nbsp; By the Gods.&nbsp; Do you forget yourself?&nbsp; What kind of danger you put my shop in by coming here?&nbsp; What kind of danger you put me in?&nbsp; How many eyes do you have on you Pritchard?&nbsp; I certainly know at least one set that has your whereabouts top on their mind!&quot;She raises her hands in clenched fists then throws out a sacred gesture to placate the Gods and a profane one to placate any watching Archdevils for good measure.&nbsp; &quot;This is why I left Waterdeep,&quot; she huffs to no one.A collecting, slow inhale later, &quot;how can I get you out of my hair?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 9554293, member: 6696971"] [I]Belyse registers the voice and winces...maybe even shudders is more like it. She turns to see Pritchard Blackmantle making, clearly convincing, overtures to her clerk. Quickly intervening, as the big lug behind the counter is already admitting them to her care, she announces "Townsend, can you see to our fair couple's needs, please?" Through a severely grimace-weighted smile, she says goodbye to her actual clients and ushers Pritchard to the back behind some screens. Her voice is hushed low to avoid suspicion, while her words are spat like poison-laden darts. Full excoriation-mode initiated. "Pritchard Blackmantle...how dare you?! By the Gods. Do you forget yourself? What kind of danger you put my shop in by coming here? What kind of danger you put me in? How many eyes do you have on you Pritchard? I certainly know at least one set that has your whereabouts top on their mind!" She raises her hands in clenched fists then throws out a sacred gesture to placate the Gods and a profane one to placate any watching Archdevils for good measure. "This is why I left Waterdeep," she huffs to no one. A collecting, slow inhale later, "how can I get you out of my hair?"[/I] [/QUOTE]

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