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Kol:Not gonna cut it.
Bela:My delightful company.
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Kol:What's my reward?
Bela:Respect.
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Kol:No, Bela. It ended in a question mark.
Kol:Thus, it is a question.
Bela:Calm down, Grouchy.
Bela:I'm in Salem. I could use a hand. No pun intended.
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Kol:Miles within minutes.
K:Let me guess. You want me to get it for you?
Bela:Is that an offer? How gracious.
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Kol:Then yes, I've heard of it. Why?
Bela:The whispers inform me it may be in Salem.
Bela:You can run fairly quickly, can you not?
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Kol:... the dead man's hand?
Bela:That would be the one.
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Bela:Have you ever heard of the Hand of Glory?
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belathethief started following you
Crowley rolled his eyes, keeping his hands shoved into his pockets. “I haven’t got anything valuable on me, Lightfingers. Go slime somewhere else.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say so… that witty repartee is priceless.” A disparaging glance over the man, and her gaze settled back to his, a smirk at her lips.
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belathethief started following you
“I believe I’ve heard of you… You’re the annoying one that steals my trinkets, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sure what you mean. Stealing is so very wrong; I would never.”
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