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<span class="mu-s">You are Vaaro Orlios</span>
And you had quite the night. The pleasure house’s owner, whose name escapes you in this moment, provided entertainment on her own tab. Your gratitude at her willingness to pay herself with her own coin is somewhat muddled, though. She haggled over Jeyne with all the mercy of a powdered over poxy dockside whore. She took great issue, or rather pretended to take great issue, with your offering of supposedly damaged goods despite your accompaniment by undamaged goods, like a horse trader only willing to sell a lame horse. Under other circumstances you might’ve repaid her banter in kind, but you were at her mercy. Her good mood was needed for appraisal of the Duntreow women, and she was at least indulgent of your uncommon hints towards lower numbers for both. Care for her reputation as an appraiser still meant the women were valued at numbers high enough to humble your coin purse, though. By your reckoning, you would still need to pay out near on nine hundred pieces of silver to your sworn men for sole right to both women. Now, one of those two women stands before you suggesting it is time for talking.
“You woke me from a very bad dream with your stomping and slamming,” you start as you rummage about the sheets for the rest of your clothing. “So for this I will listen if only just this once. What is it?”
“I simply wish to better understand… this,” Gwynfryd gestures around the room.
“What is there to understand? Two women and a man in a bed… or was it three women? And no one got fucked but my coin purse. Ah, I do see your point. Bit of a riddle is it not?” you say.
“I am more interested in understanding your intentions,” she tells you.
“I intend to go finish my dealings so that I might see my family by the setting of the sun. Is that to my lady’s liking?” you say, stifling a yawn at the end.
