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"What was all that ruckus and what 'ave you got there?" Tic was ripped from his thoughts by the rugged bar keep, what was his name? May, Fey... no clay thats what the Girl at the bar had called him.
[color=716cb1]"I've been doin' your job for ya, whatever ripped up the tavern's been leaving notes; probably some kinda sick game if ya ask me"[/color] He tucked the note into his coat, if he handed Clay the note he could be forfeiting his claim on the job. [color=716cb1]"You wouldn't happen to know anything about the Escort who worked he awhile back would ya; she a Ghoul, Vampire, or something else unpleasant?"[/color]