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Subject: Never say never...

Noryn (and old man... who hasn't got name yet!)
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Date Posted: 22:24:27 10/02/03 Thu

Three days later, the old man hobbled into the tavern, and perched himself precariously on a stool. Noryn was sweeping the floor and paused, resting her chin on the broom handle when he tugged on her arm.
“I hear he liked you” he chuckled. “I’m glad... one of my last messengers got his throat slit before he could even deliver the message.”
“Got what?” Noryn cried, “...and you just let me walk in there totally unprepared!”
“I know Tyram well” the old man chuckled again. “If the messenger is wearing skirts, then they’ll be unharmed. If they’ve got a pretty face as well... well then...I assume he was as charming as ever?”

Noryn refused to answer. She continued sweeping the tavern floor, furious that he had allowed her to walk into such danger. And even more furious with herself for being stupid enough to accept the mission.
“I’ve got another message” the old man continued.
“Forget it.” Noryn continued sweeping, her face determinedly staring at the floor.
“I’ll pay you 6 gold coins...”
“Alright... 7. That’s my final offer.”
Noryn paused in her sweeping again.
“Will this letter make him angry?” she asked cautiously. 7 gold coins was too much to throw away lightly.
“Not with you” the old man chuckled once more. “Just give him a flash of that dazzling smile of yours, and he’ll be eating out of your hand.” Noryn ignored his compliments and thought long and hard. Common sense was screaming at her to refuse. ‘You were lucky enough to get out alive last time. Don’t risk it again.’

“I’ll take it” she sighed at last, and held out her hand. The old man beamed and handed her the sealed parchment.
“I’ll pay you next time I see you” he called over his shoulder as he hobbled out of the Tavern. Noryn pocketed the letter and wondered if she should tell Savinia or Falen.
She decided against it eventually. Savinia was known for making mountains out of molehills, she would only panic unnecessarily. Falen, the mistress of the tavern would only want to come with her, and if what the old man had said about a pretty face was true, then she’d be better off going alone.

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