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[Kesla Fawn]

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"And what of the woman?" Pristine nails rapped impatiently on the wooden table.

A grovely voice, pungent with breakfast's stench hissed back, "Back at her Theatre, Mistress."

"The boy and his sperm donor?"

"Together, traveling. Merv is watchin' em. And that one with the colors on his chest is out too."

"And what of Paytience?"

"She's in town, Mistress."

A light blond eyebrow raised in question. "Where has she visited thus far?"

"She went to see the Lord's Estate holder."

Pale peach skin turned to tomato red in seconds as she contemplated the reasonings behind this. Perhaps the message had been taken to heart. No matter, she thought. There are plenty of other tools to be used.

"Did you dispose of the body?" Her tone grew firm. There could be no mistakes on this instance. A clear connection needed not be made.

"Aye, Mistress. Burned to a crisp in pieces as you requested."

A slow smile crept across Kesla's face then. Time for the next stage....