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	She wasn’t expecting more from Jack. His premeditated and calmly eviction of the proposal was befitting his roughhewn propensity. Fauve was already showing her guff intentions with a sharp sloping grin before he even finished replying. She didn’t really have more to say on the topic. Like most things in her life the novelty of the gauntlets soon took a back seat – scratching her crotch with hand and picking fruit from her teeth with the finger of the other, when the man with that nauseating glimmer in his eyes turned up at the table. 

Gabriel may have presented himself with an almost engineered scruff, but the subtleties in mannerisms and mild texture of his skin removed all doubt of his high society or possibly even noble heritage. Hell, those bogus commoner types were more common than the commoners themselves. That said, it did make Fauve wonder just what valuables might be concealed on his person.

Digging in deep, Fauve’s mouth stretched open wider than what might seem humanly possible, advancing her search for food scraps stuck in her teeth while at the same eyeballing Gabriel. He had finished with his predictable and already mundane curiosity about the gauntlets, and Jack responded with his obvious nonsensical  lie when – there’s about that time anyway – she closed one nostril with her thumb and shot out a stray chunk of snot to the floor, narrowly missing Gabriel’s foot.

“Fourteen years ago!” Fauve blurted out at Jack with a laugh that carried across the tavern. “– You met a traveler who just handed them over for what appears to be no God damn reason at all!” She went on to cackle so loud that no one else in the tavern could have possible been able talk over her. It didn’t take her long to settle down, though, just as precipitously as she had started up, kind of like she might have been staging it all. She retrieved what was left of her ale from the table and tipped the mug in Jack’s direction. 

“Cheers to that, Handsome.” She said, and took a quick swig. “Funniest crock of shit I’ve heard in my life.” Swinging the mug then in Gabriel’s general direction, she added; “But I don’t at all doubt this fellow believes it.” Following that, she finishes her ale and holds the empty mug to the bartender, reminding him of his duties. “And bring another moonshine while you’re at it!”

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