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"Who would have thought I'd find you in a place like this, eh Mab?" Came a voice from the creaking entrance. The disembodied voice's snide tones didn't go unnoticed by him or the barkeep. It was as if the entire establishment had gone dead silent the moment the lone figure stepped within bar; an unwanted guest, even on the outskirts of the city...where the divergent and disparate began to crop up. "Well now Mab...Mab, Mab, Mab. You're not really very good at your work Mr. so-called Caretaker." The voice drew closer towards the counter as the clink and rattle of shifting metal battered the silence of the room. It was that voice, that damned holier-than-thou voice that made the addressee shift at their seat as pinpricks of agitation settled in. The marten had his glass in the position to scatter it's bits across the room with the way he held it, and the look he wore gave one little room to doubt that he was seconds from doing so.
"Speak my name once more and pray to your god that it won't seek consequence, Priest. These bars on the outskirts on the city, the brothels lining the darker alleyways of your precious gilded streets, and those ragged shacks your kind hate so because the shamans tread with forces you could ill understand; that's where you'll find me. Do you know why that is?" The marten exhaled, then took another sip of the bitter alcohol swirling lazily within the strained glass. His lips curled back into a grimace before that cold golden gaze came to rest upon the priest. "Because no one of the Lower Order would dare come looking for me if it meant getting their hands dirty. Consider it the polite way of me saying to piss off, you and the rest of your ilk have no place breathing down my neck...lest you slip up and find something sharp at yours. Are we clear?"
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"Speak my name once more and pray to your god that it won't seek consequence, Priest. These bars on the outskirts on the city, the brothels lining the darker alleyways of your precious gilded streets, and those ragged shacks your kind hate so because the shamans tread with forces you could ill understand; that's where you'll find me. Do you know why that is?" The marten exhaled, then took another sip of the bitter alcohol swirling lazily within the strained glass. His lips curled back into a grimace before that cold golden gaze came to rest upon the priest. "Because no one of the Lower Order would dare come looking for me if it meant getting their hands dirty. Consider it the polite way of me saying to piss off, you and the rest of your ilk have no place breathing down my neck...lest you slip up and find something sharp at yours. Are we clear?"
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