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Post by ST Alex on Jun 21, 2010 19:42:34 GMT -8
“We have yet another case of a flag I had to claim I don’t recognize, Giacomo. Pour me some more wine, and I’ll tell you about it.” Giacomo responds obligingly, waving his hand for his informant to continue. “It was a black cup with a silver stripe on a white field.” Giacomo’s eyes widen, but other than that he gives no sign of the fear that flag invokes in him. “How many of the Order of Iscariot did they send?” Sevan’s brows rise, and he says it softly. “A dozen.” “And…and where did they go?” “More than you pay me’s worth trying to follow them. They didn’t go into Maverick’s, I know that much.” Giacomo tsks at the other man and tosses him a sack of solidi, nodding at his brown and gold belt favor. “I do hope they appreciate their dock scabs.” Sevan tips the other man a wink and is gone in a hurry.
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