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"Wolf!?" he says incredulously. "Are you mad? Not a wolf but a wight. Who hunts as a spider does. Waiting for flies to stray into his web." The green creature shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "But you don't know, do you?" This seems to merit a laughing fit in his eyes, and he temporarily loses himself to one. The chair he's strapped to shakes with the heaving of his chest, and for a moment the legs almost seem to buckle. Finally, satisfied and out of breath, his beady eyes land on Alex once more. "He's building an army. Like me."
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"It would seem you have it wrong, sweet girl." he says, finally acknowledging Circe. "You may yet need a favor from me. The question is what I would gain in return." He licks his lips greedily, bobbing his head and eyeing nowhere. "What indeed."
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The confidence - even the kind bestowed on one as mad as the dealer - flits away from his face. Donovan's eyes may very well have pierced into the thing's soul. The little green dealer frantically shakes his head, voice rising to an uncomfortable pitch. Nonono!I'm sorry. Sorry! The wolf, the wight the spider, he knows! He whispers! He may whisper again. Soon! Ask!" Beady eyes now full of unchecked fear search the three, pleading and pitiful. "Ask and I will tell."
He turns first to the statuesque man who'd first made himself heard. "The man in purple. Wolf and wight and spider.
He scouts. For Them!" He seems to deflate, eyes cast down. The pathetic creature sobs a few times before looking back at Alex."I am a victim of greed. He paid us well..." Unbidden and shrill, the dealer recites a rhyme that seems all too familiar to him. "The fruit will make and They will take and in the oven they will bake!"
Circe next, eyes now glazed over. Resigned. "Too late for me. Help the rest. Ask of me and I will make a pact - a pledge. One to aid you as only I know how." He looks at two men in turn, silently offering the same.
Donovan, last, who'd brought the thing to the light of his own misdeeds, gets a scowl. His voice lacks the conviction of his anger,
however, and simply sounds defeated. "Once a man, I now am lost. Took the fruit and paid the cost."
Tough break on them rolls! How ironic the smallest dice pool saves the day! Also, sorry for taking so long to post. We should be wrapping this up in a few more posts each. Get while the getting is good and we will proceed to the final confrontation.