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"So, aside from the market and the seasonal parties, are there any scheduled meetings in a more private setting?" Rostam winces slightly as he takes another look around the bar. Fortunately the place is almost empty. With all of this rather forced and obvious doubletalk, any listeners might wonder just what kind of assignations they were planning...
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Green made something approaching a shrug. It could be taken that he didn't know of any. It could be taken that he was being obstinate. Green really didn't know of anything else going on, really. Not the kind of thing he'd divulge to a newcomer, even one who wore the Mantle.
"Keep an eye out for flyers at the Quicksilver Gate, you know. Its the way." It was the only advice he could think of adding.
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Rostam holds back a sigh. This guy is dispensing information with an eyedropper... But of course he's going to be cautious and even a little bit suspicious. It's not as if their kind did not have good reason to be that way. The old saying was even more true for them... "Even paranoid people have enemies." He finishes the coffee and rises to his feet, offering his hand to Green. "Thank you very much for the help. I'll definitely give the Treasured shop and the Quicksilver Gate a look. Hopefully we'll be seeing each other more soon..."
I'm ready to wrap this up unless there's something else you need to add.
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Green paused, then slowly hauled himself to his feet. He took the proffered hand with a gentle inclination of his head.
"You do that. Hope to catch you around."
Yeah. This is a good spot. Nice little scene
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