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They moved up the street, and the woman they spoke to earlier squinted at them. "What? Back so soon?"
"Please? I'll tell you about me."
"Yeah," he said with a nod, dropping his arm. "Let's go back to the bar."
"C'mon, Abel," she said with a playful grin. "Give me something."
"God, screw thieves, am I right?" he said, playfully throwing his arm over her shoulder. "They just ruin everything."
"Well, work with me here. Where were you born?"
As the door closed behind them, Ferris glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "You lied."
"Please? Come on, Abel. Just a little."
He nodded before opening the door for them. "Alright. Thank you."
He looked annoyed, raising one eyebrow. "Yes, well... I would ask that when you find it, it is returned to me. I paid handsomely for it."
"So... am I going to get that backstory now?"
"I was there when she took it," he said flatly. "Young woman, but she had bright pink hair. Green eyes. She stole it... what, three days ago?"
He scoffed, looking back at them for a moment. "I see. Yes, I bought the necklace in Sylvaele." "At the Night Market?" Ferris questioned. The...
She followed, humming under her breath.
Ferris followed her and the man closed the door behind him, gesturing for them to follow. "Can you describe the necklace for me?"
She gave him a small, playful smile. "Sounds good."
He frowned, crossing his arms. "Maybe you two should come in..." he said, opening the door wider for them.
"Then... the meeting point?"
He squinted, glancing up at Ferris before looking down at her. "And what is that, Miss?"
She nodded, looking around. "Alright. Well... is there anything else to do here?"
