"May hear of things'd leave you happier if they weren't so, but better to know."
"You think not that ignorance is bliss," I say. "I like your thinking, Mistress Beddau, for I too always prefer knowledge, even when it is bitter."
"Do you take price only in coin, or in dreams, or...?"
"I barter," I say with a smile. "Many places I have been do not use coin, or else not the coin of this place, and so whilst I will take cash and welcome I will trade, too. Dreams if you have them and they are of interest, or supplies of other sorts. Your husband is a barkeep, you say? I could take drink to keep the cold from my bones." I pat Gaueko's head. "Or food for my dog." She will love that idea, I am sure. "Negotiation, dear mistress, is key."
"What about stuff to get even with someone?"
Well, that is unexpected. I like the way Melania's lip pulls back against her teeth. Oh, little wolf, you have an appetite for pain. I wonder how you and Johnny get along.
"My potions are short lived, as I say," I say, tone cautious, "but not all dreams are pleasant, of course." I draw out a small dull bottle, liquid inside the colour of drying blood. "I do not, friend mine, recommend giving nightmares to others, but what you do with a bottle once you have it is not my concern." I give her a dry sort of smile.
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"You think not that ignorance is bliss," I say. "I like your thinking, Mistress Beddau, for I too always prefer knowledge, even when it is bitter."
"Do you take price only in coin, or in dreams, or...?"
"I barter," I say with a smile. "Many places I have been do not use coin, or else not the coin of this place, and so whilst I will take cash and welcome I will trade, too. Dreams if you have them and they are of interest, or supplies of other sorts. Your husband is a barkeep, you say? I could take drink to keep the cold from my bones." I pat Gaueko's head. "Or food for my dog." She will love that idea, I am sure. "Negotiation, dear mistress, is key."
"What about stuff to get even with someone?"
Well, that is unexpected. I like the way Melania's lip pulls back against her teeth. Oh, little wolf, you have an appetite for pain. I wonder how you and Johnny get along.
"My potions are short lived, as I say," I say, tone cautious, "but not all dreams are pleasant, of course." I draw out a small dull bottle, liquid inside the colour of drying blood. "I do not, friend mine, recommend giving nightmares to others, but what you do with a bottle once you have it is not my concern." I give her a dry sort of smile.