Subject: Hark at thy fine words, milord.
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Posted on: 2015-04-27 16:20:00 UTC

Master of deception, he do say! Master! I'll be takin' it for the compliment it be, milord, for findin' the truth amidst the deceit of men be what milady pays me for. An' she pays a lot more'n you ever could. Yer will insist on talkin' finance near yer under-bootboy, who be a sharp lad as'll do owt yer please fer the feel of a coin.

Milady needs a spymaster. Milady needs a John to 'er Richard, to use a story from them ol' books o' tales. Milady needs me so that she can be a hero o' the people, an' if that means I work on makin' 'er rich from Critta's guilds, then so be it. I works from the shadows an' greases the wheels, an' milady do bring down the wrath an' retribution of a god upon the foes that both you share.

'Tis an arrangement that do please both beggar an' baron, good sir. An' her coffers overflowin' with the gold of Marizu? Why, it do please us too.

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