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J’torha’s ears twitched toward the sound of the door being tampered with behind him, and he turned in time to see a pink-haired lalafell strut in, rattling off a laundry list of things that needed finding as if he was the one in charge. And completely shattering J’torha’s own proposition at that! He vaguely recognized the diminutive intruder from the carriage ride over, but was quite certain he never learned his name, not that he could really claim concern in that regard. Figures. He puts himself on the line to lay out the groundwork for this negotiation, gets within words of an agreement all on his own, only for some self-important popoto to burst in, giving orders as if these were his machinations all along. His tail twitched, but J’torha controlled himself, giving the lalafell a dark look rather than the punt back out the door that he [i]really[/i] wanted to deliver.

[color=CB3011]“As a matter of fact, we were just talking about how we [i]didn’t[/i] need to get the Blades involved,”[/color] he painstakingly clarified to his apparent new [i]foreman[/i]. [color=CB3011]“After all, what happens to an auctioneer’s goods before they come across his podium really isn’t much of his business, isn’t that right Tilman?”[/color] He gave the midlander a knowing look. 

[color=CB3011]“That said, now that my friend here has so prudently intervened, I suppose I can’t very well stop him if he decides to go to the authorities.”[/color] J’torha rolled his shoulders and sighed, looking disappointed. [color=CB3011]“‘Course, the sooner you give me the goods and information I asked for, the less time he has to inspect these lovely books of yours for any discrepancies…”[/color]