"I have an idea how it went down. Someone asks about one of my patrons, maybe they don't even know where to find them, but you do. You know all sorts of things. It's your life. It's your office, Fitz, and anyone who pays enough gets a guided tour."
Jabbing one long, gloved finger at the stealthie's head, his lips curl from the disgust. "You'd sell your own mother for the right price, why wouldn't you find a way around the geas."
Leaning down, entirely too close to be respecting anyone's private space. "You wouldn't even know the name of it if you hadn't found someone to give it to you."
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:33 pm (UTC)Jabbing one long, gloved finger at the stealthie's head, his lips curl from the disgust. "You'd sell your own mother for the right price, why wouldn't you find a way around the geas."
Leaning down, entirely too close to be respecting anyone's private space. "You wouldn't even know the name of it if you hadn't found someone to give it to you."