Lester's attempts at retrieving his money had fallen through. After only a short conversation, the lady had ran off. With a deep sigh, Lester decided to chalk that one up to a loss. [b]"It's okay."[/b] He told himself. [b]"Some people don't tip. Some people steal money. They all have an especially warm place waiting for them in their future."[/b]

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Lester had almost completely forgotten about the white haired man that had apparently moved closer in order ease drop. In one deep breath he thought though his options. He could try and engage the man in conversation to find out why he was listening in. Or he could just move on; if the man wanted to talk, surely he would have said something by now. 

Going with this second assumption, Lester turned and began to walk back toward the tavern. Now more than ever, he needed a job. It had been a while since he was completely without money. The only thing of value he owned at this point was his violet ring. And judging by his conversation with the thief, it could be even more valuable than he imagined.