Still, it would be an interesting sight... staring at my own reflection.
But! We shall only dream of such conceptualizations! I have a business to run, and... people that require my aid.
[There's a hint of disgust in her voice.]
(He happily sneaks it into a hidden pocket.)
Far be it from me to ask so much of you, but I would really hate to see you at the other end of my blades.
Most of my apothecary would be ineffective, to say the least.
Honour among thieves is more of a stereotype than a rule. I do appreciate the assistance in covering up with the local authorities, though.
[Handing him multiple ampoules and small bags.]
Here's your cut, in the meantime. I hope the next batch won't disappoint.
And break your trust? I wouldn't dream of it. My world runs on loyalty, as I'm sure does yours.
(A moment's smirk, though it quickly flattened.)
So it would be a shame if you broke mine. Please warn me before I come in contact with any of your new stock.
I would rather save your snakes the trouble, really... I simply need to aim to other cargo.
I just hope you won't ditch me as soon as the quality of my work lowers for a bit.
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Today, she runs a small apothecary in the port town during the day, and, during the night, she assaults illegal smuggling convoys, gathering as many exotic and dangerous materials as possible.
Some townspeople even say she was seen talking with a few, strange gentlemen...
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The perfect murder. A few months later, she inherited her part of the estate, paying off whoever needed to be silenced. With her inheritance, she departed for a port town on the Italian coast, the epicenter of multiple trading routes, both legal and illegal.
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