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fantasy story of Sumire Ogawa :
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armaids surly, the drinks watered and everything
was overpriced. Varge made contact two days later. A meeting
was arranged at an establishment called The Petrified Medusa, an
expensive eatery on the rich side of town.
The two showed up before the hour appointed to check the
place. Choosing a back booth, they sat quietly and waited for
One-Ear. The ogre breed wandered in several minutes later. They
saw five retainers drift in and seat themselves nearby, but not
so close as to arouse suspicion.
"You have something that belongs to me, Varge. I am willing
to purchase it back," Jess said coming to business, after their
meals had arrived. "You bought at least two wenches from the
imperial slave ship on the Handel River. One was number sixteen,
the other number twenty. Sixteen had--"
"I know who you want, Long-ears. How much you willing to
pay?"
"We will give you a fair price for the two. How much do you
want?" Red Jared asked.
"Four hundred for the elf. Two hundred seventy-five for the
fat wench."
"We'll give you two hundred for each, plus
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