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„She had a few, but I have no idea why she didn’t mention them. Maybe she didn’t feel a need to tell the story of her life to a stranger.” Vyarin shrugged. “It’s not V’lara that should be showered with wealth though. It’s poor Mori here. The girl is a hopeless case, and I can’t help but wonder what I did that the gods decided to burden me with such a sister. Don’t get me wrong. I love Mori, and she does have her moments, but I want her to be cared for.”
As Faust apologized the girl named Mori glanced around the corner and watched Faust as if he were a big, dangerous looking dog, and she wasn’t sure if he would bite her. “Really? A fine Lady? Me?” she asked. “Are you sure?”
Meanwhile Vyarin took the bag of crowns and looked into it. “How many crowns are in there?” she wanted to know. “I’m too lazy to count them right now. As to why the dagger is so important to my sister, it’s the material it’s made of. She’s told you of that, hasn’t she? And it’s enchanted in some way.”
She looked at her sister who was still standing in the doorway and watching Faust suspiciously.
“Now I could just cast a spell on you, turn you into an animal and keep both money and dagger, but I’m a nice woman. I really am, and don’t you dare to laugh at me. I think I’m beginning to remember where I put that dagger. Do you swear you are going to take my sister with you and find her a husband? She particularly likes elves.”
“I need to be able to conduct my experiments in peace. Mori will get half the money. I’ll use the other half.”
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