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</div>The 'magician' went along with the tavernkeep's thievery, after all, the drunken Constable would be of no use and likely was on the witch's payroll.  Her sense of smell would rival a dwarf's if she could truly smell metals.  He was certain that the witch was lying.  It was the price of doing business.  That and while he might fool and perplex many 'normal' folk, the old witch likely had seen many tricks that masqued as 'magic', on the count of her having been alive so long.<br/><br/>The bock beer was not disappointing and the human was thankful for it.  Not so much for the witch that had served him and her inferiority complex, evidenced by her hostility in trying to make Leger look small in front of Aelene.<br/><br/>"Farlandish?  How quaint, but no.  Still, not a bad assumption and 'Tomorrow' isn't all that bad if I decide to add fortune-tellin' to my act."  DeMain replied.  Then he continued, "As to why Aelene and I," stressing their partnership, "are in this kingdom, we're seekin' new, ah, 'audiences'.  Newer audiences look on with more astonishment and part with their coins more happily and easily."<br/><br/>"As for 'wanted' posters," he went on, "any fool with money and too much pride can swear out one of those.  I don't much like this kingdom.  Truth be told and haven't been this way since the Kingly Wars.  But makin' a livin' isn't always about the places one actually wants to go.  So, if you think that you recognize my face from one of those damn posters, you've made a mistake and someone else's face was badly drawn."<br/><br/>Leger turned back to Aelene, who seemed to be actually enjoying the burden-beast-water.  Was she sure that she was an elf?  Laugh out loud, it didn't matter.  "My sweet Aelene, as charmin' as the witch is, would you keep company with me tonight?  I will be dust in a decade or so while you remain young and the lady here grows only one more wrinkle in that time."