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The man laughs hardily as he tosses the dwarf a pouch of gold and a glissining emerald along with it. He turns around to look amongst his belongings inside of his pack but seems beweildered as he stops his search. He seals up his pack and looks around the bookshelves, then spots a tiny blue creature fiddiling with a small spellbook on the counter, laughing wickedly. He smiles as he approaches his small quasit and pets his head while looking at the dwarf.
"Would you perhaps something for my quasit here as well?"
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