02-07-2015, 12:03 AM
The clinking of glass snapped her from her stupor. Valentina almost laughed when he came up from the bowl with a marble in his hand. It was so ... unusual. Maybe because he hadn't noticed that she'd already realized what he was.
Instead she smiled, and glanced at the inventory book. "Twenty dollars. It's a unique piece. And like you said, you can't find them anymore." Valentina almost said it cost far more then that, just because of what the man was. For all she knew it could be a trick to lull her into a false sense of security.
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