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Blunderbuss regained his composure. He stood between the pair, his eyes moving from one to the other. He casually threw the purse into the air, as it was about to fall back to his hand, it dissapeared, the other two stared; shocked. He could have easily vanished himself, back into the dark of the shadow, but he had bigger plans.
"I may return your purse to you, Nessun. Then again, I may not. That's the problem with thieves; you can never trust them." The halfling sniggered.
"There's a basic principle I want you to follow now, that is: an eye for an eye; you scratch my back, I scratch yours. You understand?" Blunderbuss looked at the two, one and then the other, he continued,
"Let me explain," Blunderbuss pulled out a map from under his cloak and laid it out across the floor, "The Elven jewellers; maker of the finest and most expensive jewellery in the world. The main three branches are stationed here; on this island." He traced his short, thick fingers between the three branches, "I propose we rob them, split the money. You both could come out of this wealthy men. I'll explain the plan further but first; are you with or against." Blunderbuss licked his lips and waited for a response.
As if remembering something, he quickly turned to Nessun, "And don't worry, you'll get your purse back."
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