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“These days, since the hurricane, most arcane arts are considered less then moral. Not much in the way of demand for mages these days as people burned by flame to not openly seek fire again soon.” He smiled taking his turn on the pipe, his eyes examining the plump man that sat next to Dimitri as if he were sizing him up and trying to place the face with some long lost folder of memory. After a moment he seemingly shrugged the thought off as he returned his attention to the alpha male of the pack.
With each pull the effects of the tobacco grew, rolling in like a great wave bathing his mind in serenity, and relaxing him further, after a few good smokes it began to invade his thoughts making it harder to concentrate on multiple things at once, narrowing his train of thought until he eventually had to keep focused on what he was saying or risk the possibility of releasing the wrong tidbit of information.
“Ambition, like confidence can also be a fault if one has too much of it. I know of a few people in the city whom one might consider special. A katta that speaks with the dead, a woman who could break every bone in you and your men’s bodies before you even drew your weapons. As for treasure and riches this is the desert, you can find them all over the Bazaar for the right amount of coin and a careful eye, or you can purchase more interesting trinkets from me. Or if you’re feeling braver, there are more tombs then you can shake a horse whip at hidden in the sands. It really depends on what exactly you want.” He let out a soft sigh taking another draw of the smoke, seemingly unaffected by its powers. “So… if you want something in particular I need you to be more specific, if you want general information, I need to know what kind you want there as well, and whatever you want, it comes with a price tag of coarse.”
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