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"Ah, the Irontail lad graces us with his presence," says a servant when he enters the foyer.
"Watch your tongue, Arend," another, portlier rat admonishes him. Niklaus remembers that her name is Vera. "Have some respect for his father's memory." She seems to be cleaning the tables here, presumably in preparation for opening for business later tonight.
"Have you seen Sosatoush around, Vera?" Niklaus asks. "I'd like to speak to her."
Vera blinks hard in confusion, taken aback. "Why?" she asks, then catches herself. "Er, begging your pardon, sire."
Niklaus pauses, trying to figure that out himself. Gracie mentioned something about the demon harassing her. Maybe at least he ought to find out what she did so that it doesn't come back to haunt him. After all, Dionaea has not exactly exhibited a lot of subtlety in his opinion. Maybe the goblin knows more than she should.
He's about to answer when Arend interjects. "Well, she's not here, milord. Gracie sent her to the markets to pick a few things up." He pauses. "...So she could be anywhere, really."
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