Ezmerlilly Vanderpoof |
I should probably note that this is essentially evening rush hour, with all the shoppers and shopkeepers heading home for the day and that there are probably about a dozen people with in earshot.
"You don't recognize us? We're the people who were looking for Ulisha. But you were looking for her too, right? And you profited from taking that sickle off her body. Now, unless you want us to share this with your customers, perhaps you should remember who you sold the sickle to."
"Go ahead! This is Daggermark for gods' sakes. I told you where to go and what to do and did you? Obviously not. Because the stupid 'sliverhacks' thingie was still there a week later. I only went because I figured you all looked a bit dim and it turned out I was right to check. Now I have a posh little shop and you've got what? Questions. Well I'm closed for business just now."
At the sudden appearance of the Black Maiden though, Ezmerlilly screams and drops to her knees in terror.
"I already said, I don't know! All I know is that he local because I've seen him before and that he smelled vaguely of sausages. I swear that's all I know! DON'T KILL ME! I'VE GOT A POSH LITTLE SHOP NOW AND IF THERE WERE ANY FRIENDLY ADVENTURERS IN THE CROWD WHO WANTED TO HELP ME RIGHT NOW I COULD SEE GIVING THEM A SMALL DISCOUNT ON THEIR NEXT ALCHEMICAL PURCHASE!!" she wails.