08-15-2014, 03:45 AM
"Prissy Priscilla," the pale haired girl said. "It suits her, doesn't it?" she asked no one in particular, giggling to herself as the curly haired woman sat a table alone. Peri jotted the name in the book. "And you?" she asked to Frewen, needing his name for the book.
Brumac grumbled. "After work," he said simply. Of course. He moved around the bar and headed towards a table of necromancers who were waving him down. Peri blinked after him, and then to Frewen. "He closes the tavern to the public in an hour," she said. People were already starting to clear out.
"From what I've gathered, we've got chores then, but as long as you get them done before he opens to the public again tomorrow, he doesn't care when you do them," Peri said with a twirl of her hair around her finger. "He doesn't care who you bring upstairs either. The employees stay on the top floor. It looks like a house, you'd never even guess..."
Peri seemed distracted while she talked, trying to see around the others. Was that a pair of witches in the back corner? No, just a pair of elves. She sighed. She'd never find that witch at this rate.
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