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[center][h3][b][u][color=088A85]M a r x o [/color][/u][/b][/h3]

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Marxo regained his awareness and returned to his seat. He couldn’t quite understand what had taken over him. Before long two women approached the table where Nabil and himself resided. The first was what seemed to be the Su Chef of The Rusty Wench. It seemed she came bearing gifts or maybe someone else’s food but who was Marxo to deny here. He already knew Nabil would have no quarrel over the bread he’d just ordered. Instead they would receive tenderloin and salmon. All they had to do was play the role. 

[color=088A85] “ Ahh yes. Glad you came when you did. My friend here is quite impatient when it comes to food. See we haven’t ate in what seems like ages. I wouldn't want to make him angry.”[/color] , replied Marxo politely to the woman as she began to sit the plates in front of strange duo. Up until now Nabil had been rather quite. This stunned Marxo . He wasn’t used to doing all the talking. The next female that approached was actually 	a suprise. It happened to be the little girl Marxo had blatantly disrespected just a moment ago. What suprised him even more was here line of questioning. He responded with two questions.

[color=088A85] “ Well little lady, what is it that makes you different from the rest of these broken spirits and what would be in it for us?”[/color][/center]