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Still carrying a steaming cup of ox-blood she stepped into the Sorting Room. Early middle-aged, not tall she seemed taken aback for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind. A small smile crossed her face as she read the paper in front of her.
( Playing the 'silly buggers' again? )
"Bribes? And I was beginning to think there was a mistake. Very well, we can negotiate. I offer you the opportunity to kidnap a Lady and return her to her home without political reprisals. What do you offer?"
( Playing the 'silly buggers' again? )
"Bribes? And I was beginning to think there was a mistake. Very well, we can negotiate. I offer you the opportunity to kidnap a Lady and return her to her home without political reprisals. What do you offer?"