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The receptionist holds her hands out, palms showing, "When Mrs. NoGuilt calls you back and finishes the deal...a few more minutes."

Andrea, Lucrezia and Truk head off to the lawyer's office. The doorman lets the three of you into the waiting room where you see the receptionist. "Oh, Mr. Bessatte is not with your today? A disappointed voice asks Andrea."

Andrea senses that the pretty little receptionist sure is flirtatious with Orsin

"You look like smoky firewater drinkers to me...two?" holding up two fingers as she stands, and wiggles a bit for her skirt to shift.

"But of course, may I inquire of your names and perhaps, get you a refreshment?

He may not be a goofy between the sheets. Her serpent like tongue darts out again moistening her lips. Batting her long eye lashes in apparent slow motion.

"Perhaps you meant Madame Noguilt,"she winks at the bard while slipping her tongue over her ruby full lips.

The receptionist begins to openly chukle, "Messer? Your eyesight must be terrible if you met Messer Noguilt."

The attractive receptionist peers over her oval rimmed glasses, "May I help you?"

A little foreshadowing from the introduction of Book 3:

By the light of day, the city streets of Westcrown are like any other,
bustling with commerce and the sounds and smells of a prosperous Chelish city. Yet at night they transform, doors locking and shutters closing tight against the ominous darkness—for once the sun sets, Westcrown becomes the hunting grounds of shadowy monsters. The Wiscrani took this development in stride, for they had already seen their god die, their nobility executed or shamed, and their government turn to diabolism. Yet unlike a dead god or a powerful regime, the horrors that haunt Westcrown’s nights may not be as permanent a plague as the city’s citizens fear, for the source of these shadows lies within the vaults of
one of Westcrown’s most notorious buildings—the abandoned Pathfinder
lodge known as Delvehaven.

Reciting before a small group of students the strict professor, with the wind blown hair, begins to quote the famed Apothecary, "Before the Age of Lost Omens, Westcrown dubbed itself “the shining light of Aroden’s civilization.” Now, others taunt us and say, “You can find anything, civilized or not, in Westcrown—except for Aroden.” Ignore outsiders—we know the truth. We did not fail Aroden—he failed us, though we Wiscrani held the faith! We embraced that adversity and replaced his betrayal with strength and order. The Hellknights paved our way and House Thrune walked it to greatness. I don’t blame them at all for moving the capital—this place only reminds you of past failures. Besides, better for a Wiscrani to make a living without so many priests or imperials around, and easier for those of us who deserve it to ascend to higher stations without them in our way."
—Alcini Vitaron of Alcini’s Apothecary