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[@Lucius Cypher]
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Well, that hadn't been quite the answer she had been hoping for, but perhaps overall it'd be better. Having an Orc in a crypt would be dangerous any way you try and say it. She'd likely break something and potentially cause something to wake up herself. So the Mayor did have a point. It was dangerous, incredibly so. But that was life - to gain anything one had to risk danger or forever be relegated to a life of mediocrity.

[color=a187be]"Aha, I suppose getting an Orc to listen to reason is something beyond me still."[/color] Livia laughed softly in reply. Maeda though? That was certainly someone she wanted to speak to about potential employment, so this would be a good use of her time. Killing two birds with one stone and all that. Mulling over the answer briefly with another sip of tea, Livia responded. [color=a187be]"Very well then, Mayor Nicolas. With your permission I shall speak with Maeda about the situation in the mines. If there's nothing else you need, then I shall be on my - hm?"[/color] Before she could quite finish the sentence, a small mewling noise caught her attention next to her foot, and was pawing at her shoe, trying to get in it?

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[color=a187be]"...ahem,"[/color] She cleared her throat, setting the teacup down. Leaning over, she picked up the kitten from the barrel, smiling brightly at it. [color=a187be]"Mayor, perhaps if its not too forward for me to ask - perhaps I could take this little one with me?"[/color]

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-bottle of black ink
-quill
-small knife
-set of Fine Clothes
-signet ring
-scroll of pedigree
Money: 10gp

Max carry weight: 135lbs
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