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"Ok, kid," says Euro, steering him into a hallway. "I have a little proposal for you." He folds his arms and leans against the wall. His voice suddenly snaps into Dio's head, as clear as if he was inches from his ear. [You were born Furlaia, right, Dio?]
That's right, thinks Dio.
[What do you think about maybe going back there?]
Why do you ask?
[I won't beat around the bush. I need you to steal something for me from some bad guys. It's called the Scepter of Drif, and it's an enchanted weapon. You know about those?]
Sort of.
[Then you know they are basically the most illegal and dangerous contraband you could possibly produce or procure, and leaving it in the hands of a bunch of Furlesian goons is a very bad thing. Now these guys are dangerous, but hardly as dangerous as a demon horde, which I understand you dealt with pretty handily on the divine plane. They won't give you any trouble.]
Are you sure about that?
[So sure I'm gonna let you take Dahlia, if you want to. And whoever else you want. I'm told the scepter's in a lockbox in a Mob-affiliated bank. Four, five mages should be able to knock it over no problem. You do it right, you probably won't need to kill anyone.]
And then who gets the scepter?
[Obviously me. Don't worry, kid, it wouldn't let me do anything to anyone I couldn't easily do to them myself. Furlesian mobsters, on the other hand. Well. Best to take care of this as soon as possible, don't you think?]
Is that why you don't want me to tell Orpheo?
[Yeah, kid, basically. That and the fact that, although this little sting is fully known and endorsed by several of the Arcane council, it's nnnot exactly legal. Yeah, but nuts to that, right? It's a chance to do some easy good with people you know and trust. Whaddya say?]
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