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"Do you understand what I want you to do Timmy?" Dastilasked the young boy homeless boy that he usually used for his 'dealings' in this part of town. He paid the boy well for his services, and he knew he was loyal.
"Yes sir." Timmy replied with a tired smile. "But why does it always have to be so late at night?"
Dastil just smiled at the boy and tossed him a small purse. The boy grabbed the purse and looked inside. His eyes lit up. "You know where to meet me at after you talk to him?" he asked the boy.
"Yes sir, I'll see you when it is over." With that the boy ran off to meet Dastil's newest client, with Dastil following silently and out of sight well behind him.
OOC: hell no mate your welcome to join and bring a friend [img]smile.gif[/img] it is really as open as a Denny's.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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