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I sidled up to Caius as we slipped inside and lowered my voice to a ghost of a whisper. “Was that some kind of insult you said to her?”
“The best and worst,” he replied with a sly smile. “Calling a merchant too cheap to see an eld is like calling a doctor too stupid to hold his instruments.”
The tiger shifter shut the flaps tightly behind us as the woman walked up to the table. She spun around and leaned her ample frame against the furniture which groaned under her weight. The woman crossed her arms over her chest and studied us. “So what is it you want?”
“Information,” Sage told her.
“That doesn’t come cheap unless you’re asking what I had for breakfast this morning,” she warned him.
“We are trying to find out the source of the problem this evening,” Sage revealed.
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