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"Just said," Redcap grunted, taking another drink of her soykrap. "Witch. Former producer of foci and reagents. Possessor of great hair and magical power." She set her cup on the counter and swatted lightly at the map. "This isn't really anythin' pressing, jus checking reagent claims in the area. Only thing I'm really looking for at present is work, which you are so kind to offer, and I so humble and gracious to accept. Maybe."

She folded the map into a small square and put it in her back pocket. She rubs at her lower lip with the back of one finger, then sniffs. Her eyes have settled somewhat from the ranting glare she had worn a couple moments earlier, and she watched the snow tossed around by a nighttime breeze on the ground outside. "How much does the work you're offerin' pay, exactly? Is there pay? Because I feel inclined to mention I expect some part up front. You wouldn't be the first to try and stiff me on that."