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Carly was somewhat surprised to see the Giant, a level of overkill for such an establishment surely. And how terribly cramped for the poor Giant. Carly followed the direction of the hand and slinked down the stairway to the levels below, coming to the small office and the seemingly empty chair.
She blinked, slowly, and quite delibrately at the little Cether who inhabitated the chair. His little 'surprise entrance' foiled by her cunningly useful sixth sense. She rolled her eyes carefully, making sure that he could see, and gave a decidedly teenaged huff.
"If you'd be so kind as to forego the power plays, I'm not here seeking help. I was told my particular brand of skills could be quite useful to... whatever this is. And I've yet to be told exactly what it is you do. So, if you can be any help at all, you can help me by explaining why my sword and my Ikos could be a boon to a cether, a giant, and a man who wears lots of black and sulks about in taverns."
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