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She laughs, liking this little thief, and puts the amulet back in her cloak, unbeknownst to him, she has just read his past thoughts, and was more interested in his meeting with the man with the scimitar, than the stealing of the silverware. Having got what she wanted from him, she pats him on the back. "How 'bout I buy us supper, as LONG AS you stay out of my pockets and don't steal anything from me, hmm?"
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