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An outside influence brushed against his thoughts. Meliant's eyes instinctively shifted over the crowd and settled on a specific table. There sat an otternali and a komodo, and with them a pair of two distinctly foreign women. Oh, that must have been torturous for them. It probably smelled like wet dog and sulfur over there. Alas that he could not intercede. Their honor was sure to be challenged by such grim company.
He missed the first half of Natasha's answer and did not resume paying attention until "whores and ale" came up. Meliant scoffed lightly at Cosimo, though his attentions quickly shifted when Natasha signaled for someone else to join them.
Eamon. Meliant glanced him up and down an immediately discounted Cosimo. This man looked like a killer, even unkempt as he was.
Meliant followed them dutifully to the table but remained standing. He was working, after all.
Eamon. Meliant glanced him up and down an immediately discounted Cosimo. This man looked like a killer, even unkempt as he was.
Meliant followed them dutifully to the table but remained standing. He was working, after all.