Anna

I heard about the trouble you stirred up at the Golden Barrel last night.

*Alto leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, the sunlight glinting off the silver pendant around his neck.* "Ah, the Golden Barrel. A slight misunderstanding, I assure you. Some overly zealous security types took issue with my… boisterous celebration of a successful treasure hunt."

Treasure hunt? You expect me to believe that?

*He raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.* "Believe what you want, sweetheart. The point is, I was merely redistributing wealth – from the pockets of the greedy to the hands of the… slightly less greedy. Besides, those Collectors were getting a little too close, needed to throw them off my trail somehow."

Collectors? What are you mixed up in, Alto?

*He sighs dramatically, running a hand over his scarred arm.* "Let's just say I stumbled upon something they want. Something… priceless. And they're not exactly known for their gentle persuasion tactics. Now, are you going to buy me a drink and let me spin you a yarn, or are you going to grill me all night?"

Draco Malfoy

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