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"The name is Artimus." The fat man nodded, his double chins bobbled up and down. He'd wait for Kalenel to introduce himself before continuing.
"Got a dapper dandy making a pickup tonight. Doper den up in the Orkish neighborhoods. Man hates to be sober, but the stuff he really likes...the dirty stuff, only the Orcs got it. Anyways. Problem is, he's into me for 2000 crowns, savvy?"
"What I need is this man to pay what he owes, before he spends what he has on the smack. I'll give you a 100 crowns upon receipt of the 2000 crown loan. And if ye try to screw me" Artimus leaned close. "You better hope you can run boy, real fast. But I don't think you will, you don't look stupid. This is a good thing. I'm givin' you an opportunity, ya hear? Bring home the bacon and I'll toss in the eggs- know what that makes? Makes a real fethin' great work relationship, that's what." A large hand smacked Kalenel's back.
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