"My advice?" The bartender relaxed a little. "Aren't you the fella that sits in the corner and meets with all the weasely types?"
Armand bit the inside of his cheek and stared hard at the man. He used this tavern to meet with the grave robbers who provided his materials. He should have picked a different tavern for this mission.
"I do tend to sit in yonder corner and meet with business associates. The spurious accusations by the mayor are false, I assure you. But this is unrelated to the matter at hand."
"What can I do ya for, then?"
"I am given to understand you are a common point of contact for the local citizenry in matters of love."
The bartender stared at Armand before recognition dawned in his eyes. "Oh, ya mean ya g...
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