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So the gypsy did not insult me after all. Well I do not trust his silver tounge nor the formalities that spill out of his lips.
Even if Hanzi did not give her cause too, she was leery of him. Raising a skinny well manicured eye-brow in difiance she too sat down. While she was still angry the stranger did peek her interest. Attaria had not met many people in the city, and even the company of a lecherious gypsy was better then no company at all.
" A perhaps a little dose of politness with a greater dose of arrogance. I have not seen any other gypsies in the city and I have been their for three days. Then again it is a large city." She murmured dryly still not fully beliving him. " What is it that you wish to give her?" Attaria asked with a hint of curiosity.
The young woman was never one to believe in things such as fate nor luck. If you came from good breeding then you were entitled to the spoils of life.
" Well I doubt that very much, I am here because I wished to pick flowers, you just happened to come by. Men make their own luck and are captains of their own vessils, their is no map to guide their path. Do not be philosophical with me. I will not pay heed to your lies nor your ideals."
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