Edema Rue
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I blame the swords, they were rigged against me.
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@ΨιτιsτηεΒέsτ - One of many good ideas
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Dilsha gave him a long look, then raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group. "Anyone else need anything?"
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Dilsha followed him out of the kitchen. "You can't have the whole pot, Alex," she said, smiling faintly. Dilsha decided she didn't like him. Still, customers were customers. It was nice to see the inn so bustling, even if the sight of so many peasants made her want to scrub her skin raw just so she could feel clean again.
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"Just a moment," Dilsha said to the people at the bar. She turned and walked into the kitchen. "Don't stick your dirty fingers into the dinner others are paying to eat," she hissed. Peasants...so disgusting. She smacked his wrist away and carefully added a tiny pinch of salt to the stew. "I'm not above throwing you out."
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"don't--" Dilsha sighed. "Terribly sorry about him." Dilsha's eyes widened. "Thank you kindly, sir. If I can do anything for you, don't hesitate to let me know." Six lousy coppers...and he thinks it's a gift? It must be so terrible not to have money.
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"Of course," Dilsha said, wiping her hands on her apron. She handed him a key. "It'll be 3 coppers each night." Dilsha nodded. "Same price." She handed him a key as well.
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Zira hissed angrily.
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"You have to pay for that!" Dilsha called belatedly after him, sighing. The kitchen was empty, of people at least. A pot of stew bubbled on the stove.
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To his eyes, Dilsha appeared completely mundane. "Okay...you'll still need to pay for a room," Dilsha said quickly. "I can't let you stay for free." Common people care about money, right? Dilsha sighed and gestured at everything around them. "In a moment, yes?"
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Zira flinched into a bat. Stop that, she said directly into his head.
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Dilsha turned. "Alex, for the last time, I don't need any help here, and I don't have the money to pay you." She nodded to Ty. "Terribly sorry, sir." "Well then," Dilsha said, turning back. "Could you tell me this person's name?" She nodded. "Yes, I did. Terrible, just terrible. I can't believe there's a sorcerer out there who's strong enough to do that to the whole palace, even with all its defenses." Don't get proud, now, she chided herself.
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"Are you looking into my head, tribute?" Siy-Siylna-no, no, no, Zira snarled.
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"Oh? And who would that be?" Dilsha asked innocently. "I value my customer's safety quite a lot." Dilsha shrugged. "Not sure. He didn't say."
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Dilsha shook her head fondly. If only she could hire him...no, no. It would be funner to watch them fall when there was no one she had to protect.
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Dilsha blinked. She doesn't know she doesn't know she doesn't know...lots of people have magic related to Decay...it's fine. "All my rooms are Decay-proof, actually. The previous owner was rather prickly about his magical customers." A lie, but a plausible one. She'd shielded every inch of the inn herself. It was probably one of the safest places in the city. Dilsha held up a hand to him, indicating that she'd be just a moment.
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Honestly it's kinda draining
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"And what's that supposed to mean?" Zira snapped. Careful...careful...anger will destroy you.
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Actually, the inn was surprisingly neat and orderly. Almost...too orderly. "Right here," Dilsha called. "Welcome!" "Move," she muttered, stifling a snort. "There are paying customers." Dilsha nodded to him. "What can I do for you folks?"
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S U R E !
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Dilsha frowned. "That...was the truth?" She twisted a cleaning rag around her fingers and started polishing the already sparkling bottles on the wall behind her.
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Favorite two colors? Favorite word? Favorite...uh...bug? Favorite color of fire? Favorite kind of hat? Favorite smell? Favorite texture? Favorite thing to write? Favorite RP? Favorite... Um... Favorite toe?
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Dilsha turned back to the room and shrugged. "Ah, not yet. I just remembered that I have a shipment of some lovely strawberry wine that should be here in time for the festival next week." That...was messy. What a horrible save. She shoved down the voices in her mind. There were too many of those, lately. "Can I get you anything?"
