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<blockquote data-quote="Jameumz" data-source="post: 444594" data-attributes="member: 8042"><p><em>A bit overdue.</em> </p><p></p><p></p><p>Gritting his teeth, Dragonfly pulled the bandage tightly against his shoulder. The arm was still painfully tender and bruised from strain, and tending to himself with his off arm was awkward at best.</p><p>"Found yourself pitched out of another alehouse?" jested Althus, lounging in one of the squat's rickety chairs. "I'd have thrown you around all you wanted, if you just asked."</p><p>Satisfied that the wrap was secure, the halfling bantered back. "'twas from a feisty lass I wooed in an alley on the dock side of the lower district. Smelled of tainted booze and had a face like a horse's hind end." He pulled on a pair of polished high boots and fastened the buckles. "You don't happen to have a sister in that end of town, do you?" he inquired, before deftly ducking the makeshift footstool that was hurled his direction and hastening his departure to his 'appointment'.</p><p></p><p>Rippling with mounds of flabby flesh, to call Fat Lutger 'obese' was an understatement. Standing just over five and a half feet tall and nearly as wide, it was remarkable that his bulk even permitted him to move. Regardless, those in the know regarded him as a superlative fence, one of the finest within hundreds of miles.</p><p>"A good friend would have brought lunch for a business associate." he wheezed when Dragonfly casually strolled into the private warehouse room Lutger used as an office.</p><p>The halfling hid his revulsion at the torrent of sweat that dripped from the fat man as a result of the day's heat. "My apologies. I assumed you'd already eaten several children since breakfast." He wasn't completely jesting; morbid rumors of the fence's preferred diet were abundant. Sparing a quick glance at his surroundings, Dragonfly half-wondered how many hidden crossbowmen had bolts trained on him.</p><p>The fat man only raised his hands placatingly and waited.</p><p>With practiced showmanship, Dragonfly unrolled a swatch of black velvet on Lutger's desk, and spilled the contents of his pouch onto the cloth. Thus exposed, the handful of finely cut and polished gems twinkled in the light.</p><p>"Acquired from a friend of a friend." said the Dragonfly.</p><p>Fat Lutger nodded. "As always."</p><p>"As always." the halfling echoed.</p><p>Lifting his piggish eyes from the jewels, Lutger raised an eyebrow. "What're you looking to see for them?"</p><p>Dragonfly shrugged. "A reasonable trade of the same."</p><p>"Reasonable, minus my fee." the man reminded.</p><p>Another shrug. "As always."</p><p>Walking down the avenue outside the warehouse with a pouchload of new gemstones safely tucked inside his tunic, Dragonfly tried to cast off the residual feeling of nausea he always experienced when dealing with Fat Lutger.</p><p></p><p>Unbeknownst to the halfling, the warehouse contained one more occupant among its retinue, a wiry human garbed in dark leather and heavy cloak who emerged from a cluster of shadows and approached Lutger with menacing strides.</p><p>"By even bargaining with him, you cut into my profits almost as much as he does. You encourage him." the man's grating voice accused.</p><p>With no hint of even a crack in his composure, the fat man sat a smaller sack of gems on his desktop. "I'm a man of business, such as you, Gaelik. One who aspires for wealth." He motioned toward the bag. "And one who makes sure to pay his tithe and dues."</p><p>The man named Gaelik could concede Lutger's point. In spite of his doublehanded extracurricular dealings, the slob was a member of the guild in high standing and handsomely earned his keep. Unlike the runt freelancer, he seethed to himself. He indulged himself a few more moments of murderous thoughts involving the halfling, and angrily collected his tithe.</p><p>"Find someone to hose you down, Lutger." demanded Gaelik as he stalked away. "You smell like a sump."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jameumz, post: 444594, member: 8042"] [I]A bit overdue.[/I] Gritting his teeth, Dragonfly pulled the bandage tightly against his shoulder. The arm was still painfully tender and bruised from strain, and tending to himself with his off arm was awkward at best. "Found yourself pitched out of another alehouse?" jested Althus, lounging in one of the squat's rickety chairs. "I'd have thrown you around all you wanted, if you just asked." Satisfied that the wrap was secure, the halfling bantered back. "'twas from a feisty lass I wooed in an alley on the dock side of the lower district. Smelled of tainted booze and had a face like a horse's hind end." He pulled on a pair of polished high boots and fastened the buckles. "You don't happen to have a sister in that end of town, do you?" he inquired, before deftly ducking the makeshift footstool that was hurled his direction and hastening his departure to his 'appointment'. Rippling with mounds of flabby flesh, to call Fat Lutger 'obese' was an understatement. Standing just over five and a half feet tall and nearly as wide, it was remarkable that his bulk even permitted him to move. Regardless, those in the know regarded him as a superlative fence, one of the finest within hundreds of miles. "A good friend would have brought lunch for a business associate." he wheezed when Dragonfly casually strolled into the private warehouse room Lutger used as an office. The halfling hid his revulsion at the torrent of sweat that dripped from the fat man as a result of the day's heat. "My apologies. I assumed you'd already eaten several children since breakfast." He wasn't completely jesting; morbid rumors of the fence's preferred diet were abundant. Sparing a quick glance at his surroundings, Dragonfly half-wondered how many hidden crossbowmen had bolts trained on him. The fat man only raised his hands placatingly and waited. With practiced showmanship, Dragonfly unrolled a swatch of black velvet on Lutger's desk, and spilled the contents of his pouch onto the cloth. Thus exposed, the handful of finely cut and polished gems twinkled in the light. "Acquired from a friend of a friend." said the Dragonfly. Fat Lutger nodded. "As always." "As always." the halfling echoed. Lifting his piggish eyes from the jewels, Lutger raised an eyebrow. "What're you looking to see for them?" Dragonfly shrugged. "A reasonable trade of the same." "Reasonable, minus my fee." the man reminded. Another shrug. "As always." Walking down the avenue outside the warehouse with a pouchload of new gemstones safely tucked inside his tunic, Dragonfly tried to cast off the residual feeling of nausea he always experienced when dealing with Fat Lutger. Unbeknownst to the halfling, the warehouse contained one more occupant among its retinue, a wiry human garbed in dark leather and heavy cloak who emerged from a cluster of shadows and approached Lutger with menacing strides. "By even bargaining with him, you cut into my profits almost as much as he does. You encourage him." the man's grating voice accused. With no hint of even a crack in his composure, the fat man sat a smaller sack of gems on his desktop. "I'm a man of business, such as you, Gaelik. One who aspires for wealth." He motioned toward the bag. "And one who makes sure to pay his tithe and dues." The man named Gaelik could concede Lutger's point. In spite of his doublehanded extracurricular dealings, the slob was a member of the guild in high standing and handsomely earned his keep. Unlike the runt freelancer, he seethed to himself. He indulged himself a few more moments of murderous thoughts involving the halfling, and angrily collected his tithe. "Find someone to hose you down, Lutger." demanded Gaelik as he stalked away. "You smell like a sump." [/QUOTE]
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