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So he was a bargaining man. A mischevious grin pulled at the corners of her dark salt-stained lips. She enjoyed his slight resistance as she attempted to bend him to her will.
"Well now," She lifted her chin up to him. "that would depend on the information you seek." Her own brow rose.
The raven-cloaked woman was not the sort to go around sharing her secrets with just anyone. Even as she observed the fiery haired man move in closer to sniff at the damp sand, her lips remained tightly sealed.