![]() ![]() I was under the impression that this would be a candid discussion.” Startled, IP stammered, “Ah, ah, I’m sorry. Don’t worry, it would only be business.” Qwen’s smile broadened as he sat. “Well, if I go into too much detail, then I would have to kill you. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but tell me what you know about the Trade?” IP gestured toward two chairs and eased into the one nearest him. IP momentarily wondered who Qwen was talking to. Qwen said to no one in particular, “Please keep a look out for me.” His eyes darted about the chamber before settling on IP. “Only a small warding to keep our visit private.” Qwen answered pleasantly. I appreciate your agreeing to this interview. I assume that you are Interested Party?” Qwen gestured with the fingers of his left hand and spoke softly, Aspscon Diatail Soni Visu. I am a Practitioner of the Arts and member of the Trade. The fellow smiled broadly and closed the door behind him. The door to the chamber opened and he saw a gentleman stylishly dressed in sky blue from head to toe, and wearing a wide brimmed hat sporting a blue feather from a bird IP did not recognize, walk in. The open window allowed a view of the rising moon. ![]() ![]() A dampened fire burned in the hearth and provided an unneeded warmth. Interested Party, (IP), paced in the well-appointed room waiting for his guest to arrive. ![]()
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