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[richesse]

[ There’s a whisper through the murmur, more a breath of feeling than a fully formed thought. It’s sweet, and warm, and laughing—though it is not gentle, nor kind.

A voice follows the whisper, chased by darkness and shadows, the very suggestion of a nightmare. ]

Do you think we’re still dreaming? Or is this a living nightmare?

[ a hum, and another brush of teasing laughter, there and gone like a brief burst of memory, the last moment of summer that you can taste on your tongue before it’s irretrievably gone. ]

You’ve changed, haven’t you? We all have. What are you thinking, right now…? Who are you?

What are you?

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[richesse]

I don’t trust anyone, as a rule.

[ said very casually. ]

Running a business is a rather cutthroat affair, after all.

[vocalistyodels]

Least someone got more than a thought knocking round in their head here.

[It's a good rule okay.]

Oh so we got little miss entrepreneur is that right?

[richesse]

Oh my, was that a compliment? Aren't you sweet~

That's right. With a little time I'm sure I'll be able to supply anything the good people here might need.

[vocalistyodels]

Take it as you will.

[He is not sweet, how dare!]

Maybe. S'good way of putting a target on your head. Gotta have some muscle to protect the goods, otherwise someone untoward could cause trouble.

[Just like the traders who traveled the wastes. With their pack brahmin and couple of guards against the world.]

But m'sure you thought've that.