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Marea appears at Deigo's side almost noiselessly, as halflings tend to do. She digs an elbow into his bicep and whispers, "The streets are clear, and you're on duty tomorrow morning. Might be time to sleep it off so you're not fired for being still drunk on duty."

"And so I shall!" the saucy halfling replies, taking herself off to the bar, where she perches on a tall stool, orders an ale, and sits sipping and chatting with SuzieQ.

Marea raises her eyebrows and lectures Diego rather loudly, "Consider well how you speak of a woman kind-hearted enough to take pity on you and share her bed, sir! I've a mind to find her father and tell him of your opinion of his little girl. He could give you lessons in courtesy with his smith's hammer or perhaps a belaying pin."

Under cover of the general chuckles at nearby tables, she gives him a dig with her sharp little elbow and leans in to whisper "Have a care using that name unless you want us burned at the stake!" A rap of her fingertips on his sacred stein leaves no doubt about what name alarms her.