A flicker of old habit: what exactly is marked in that ledger, and how can he get a hand on it?
But it comes to nothing. A passing curiosity, turned over in his mind as this woman leads them along the edge of the room past the assembled clientele and otherwise, up a short flight of steps and through a side door.
Behind the curtain, there is still a buzz of activity. People mingling, fussing with items and costume, a man with a broken harp complaining in a guttural, unfamiliar dialect to a horned woman leaning against the edge of a crate. All dart glances to the woman as she enters, a moment of stillness fading as she strides past all activity.
Into a store room, where the tapestry across the back wall lifts aside to grant entry into another room. There is a desk. She seats herself at the far side of it, and the single chair across from it is left to their discretion.
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But it comes to nothing. A passing curiosity, turned over in his mind as this woman leads them along the edge of the room past the assembled clientele and otherwise, up a short flight of steps and through a side door.
Behind the curtain, there is still a buzz of activity. People mingling, fussing with items and costume, a man with a broken harp complaining in a guttural, unfamiliar dialect to a horned woman leaning against the edge of a crate. All dart glances to the woman as she enters, a moment of stillness fading as she strides past all activity.
Into a store room, where the tapestry across the back wall lifts aside to grant entry into another room. There is a desk. She seats herself at the far side of it, and the single chair across from it is left to their discretion.