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"What do you wish Sir Zall did to get me back here?"
>"Er, sorry, I meant I wish he arranged transport. Like how he supplied a cart to get you out of here. Instead of just leaving you on your own to get back."
"Oh. Alright. I brought presents. Just alcohol and warm objects."
>"We could all use better blankets and scarves, thank you!"
I hand her a blanket.
"And Holly, I wouldn't trust anyone else with the responsibility."
>"Heh, well, thank you for that, too."
"Congratulations. Are you happy with how things have turned out?"
Holly sighs.
>"No congratulations. And listen carefully and box and label what I'm going to tell you, because I am not supposed to tell you any of this. I didn't choose or want my position out of dreams of running taverns, I did it because of Sir Zall's orders. Sir Zall thought the same thing about me being good with responsibility. I thought he was the kind of knight that had a grasp of politics, but... he completely ran past my expectations. If you ask around, you'd hear that the tomb guard taxes exhorbitantly for doing business in the mausoleum walls. But in reality? It's Sir Zall. He must have gotten the tomb guard to agree, but it's him who set up the taxes. And me? I get tax breaks."
"So your business was able to spend coins on staff and food?"
>"Exactly, but it goes farther. See, to make this place look convincing, and, well, actually be a good business, I needed the best staff. Sir Zall has been letting me use his spy network, and I've sent people around the other taverns to pretend to be customers and find who had the best chefs and the best waiters and the best guards and so on. Then, again using Sir Zall's people, I could learn what they wanted out of their job, be it just money, ambition, or whatever. Then I could make them extremely generous offers, so much so that they would be suspicious. Sir Zall himself made the perfect excuse, though. If I wanted to survive the tavern competition around here, I'd need the best staff possible, at virtually any cost."
"Is Elinol part of the cooking staff?"
>"She's being trained by cooks who are... let's say, better."
"And did you find Kylia at one of the other places?"
>"No, she's a mercenary spy. Sir Zall anonymously had her show up to me to be tested, so she doesn't even know Sir Zall is involved. I was apprehensive, but she's a natural waiter. I've never seen anyone who hides 8 knives on themselves put up with so much, every day, so calmly. We have other good waiters, and I just got a batch from one of my hardest competitors. A noble just so happened to die at that place, and that doesn't happen without repercussions, especially when the murderer wasn't even caught for questioning. Needless to say, speak nothing of this to anyone. I haven't even told many in Sir Orjin's group."
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