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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Calhearth[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Xen[/b]
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Xen's forthcoming attitude surprised Ivory. Coupled with his immediate bestowement of the plant she had spent countless hours searching for left her in a daze. There was one option he failed to mention, however. She could stay here, in Calhearth. Obviously the bloodthistle was here. It would take her a while to adjust but she had money. She could set up a tent and sell her services. She glanced to her side, just in time to see a man expose the bare breast of a crying woman. He slapped her face and dragged her on to a nearby ship. Ivory turned to back to Xen who, by the look on his face, had witnessed the same scene. The answer was clear. [color=40ceb6]"Alright. You may have my services in exchange for information. But I ask for a private space to room. And I reserve the right to use my services on those who I deem in need as well. I do not want a repeat of the incident in the alley way. Do you accept these terms?"[/color] She knew that she had very little space to bargain and she shuttered at the knowledge that he could take her life where she stood but if she was going to remain with him, she needed to communicate that she wouldn't be treated as a dockhand.