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[h3][color=0072bc][i]Xen[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Middle of Calhearth[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] Dressed down for moving about the Calhearth with ease
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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Xen stopped at one of the stalls. [color=0072bc]"Three thistle leaves."[/color] Xen showed the medallion he had lent to Ivory the day before. The shopkeeper quickly procured three leaves with jagged edges and thick veins still full of some red substance. Xen handed them to Ivory.

[color=0072bc]"This is what you were looking for. As for compensation, you've got two options."[/color] They continued their walk towards the Cerberus. [color=0072bc]"One, you could leave. Consider it a gift. Getting you out of my hair is compensation enough, and I imagine you'll have a hell of a time finding your way back to your shop in Delteria."[/color] Ivory was a bit taken aback. She had never mentioned she was from Delteria, let alone that she ran a shop there. [color=40ceb6][i]Just who was he?[/i][/color] 

[color=0072bc]"Door number two, however, is a continued partnership. I have need a of a healer, and I get the feeling you have need of more information on the content of those journals. You work for me, you get the information you seek."[/color] Grimmsley didn't know what Xen was talking about, but he learned long ago not to stick his head where it didn't belong in matters concerning Xen. Maybe he would ask Ivory later. [i]If[/i] she joined them, that is. 

Xen finished just as they arrived at the Cerberus. He gave Ivory a moment to consider her options, or rather her lack thereof. [color=0072bc]"What'll it be, sunshine? Want to be a pyrat before returning to that life of faux religious royalty?"[/color]