Darben Skirae
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Darben Skirae kept his eyes on the datapad, but his ears couldn't help but listen. He didn't catch what she whispered, but if he had it would have sent chills down his spine. Yet he still worked for her, for the money. Plus, he still had a shop to keep open. And an assistant to protect. He also felt that there was at least some kind of good in her, and stuck around to keep an eye on her.
He was called upon by [member="Lady Kay"]. He looked up and nodded. "In a trade point of view, yes. It seems fair." He rubbed the back of his neck quickly, and thought that this was all the need of his services. "If that is all you need of me, may I return to my office?"
[member="Herr Vanderhing"]
He was called upon by [member="Lady Kay"]. He looked up and nodded. "In a trade point of view, yes. It seems fair." He rubbed the back of his neck quickly, and thought that this was all the need of his services. "If that is all you need of me, may I return to my office?"
[member="Herr Vanderhing"]
