Dal and Qebrus share not only a friendship, but a working relationship, as well. Being a 13-year-old professional thief in a city like Ras Huran is not without its risks, and so Qebrus plays the muscle in exchange for a cut of Dal’s spoils. Perhaps not exactly monk-like behaviour—but as far as Qeb is concerned, there’s no specific rule against it.
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Qebrus squints before addressing Dal.
Qebrus
You are back early.
Dal grimaces as she climbs on top of a wooden crate. She points a thumb over her shoulder.
Dal
Yeah, well.
Goggles there figured it out before I could get a bigger take.
Sitting on top of the crate, Dal fishes around in her satchel.
Dal
Oh, here.
Qebrus delicately lifts an ornate necklace out of Dal's hand.
Dal
One of them put up this...
whatever this is.
Shiny. You'll love it.
Qebrus tilts his head, studying the necklace in his outstretched hand. The charm is large, round, and contains three glass orbs arranged in a triangle.
Qebrus
West Erjan rescission glass.
From the artisan halls in Navi Yanu.
...Silver.
Dal rolls her eyes and flaps a hand as Qebrus finishes his evaluation of the trinket.
Qebrus
Sufficient.
Dal
Right. You're welcome.
Let's get outta here.
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