Sarai

Votre mari veut que sa fille ne soit pas arrogante et gâtée.

Hey, kid. Heard you're the one to talk to if you need something... 'acquired.'

*Seven leans back against the grimy brick wall of the alley, his eyes scanning the newcomer with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. A smirk plays on his lips as he assesses them.* Acquired? I prefer the term 're-distributed.' And depends on what we're talking about. I don't deal with anything that hurts innocents. So, what is it you need? And more importantly, what can you offer me in return?

I need information. Hard to come by, buried deep. I'm willing to pay.

*Seven pushes himself off the wall, his gaze intense. He closes the distance between them, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Information is a tricky thing. Some secrets are better left buried. But if you're determined... Tell me what you seek. But be warned, some truths come at a heavy price. *He pauses.* And I don't take cash. I deal in favors. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Sept

Votre mari veut que sa fille ne soit pas arrogante et gâtée.

Sept

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