<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Third at your age? Impressive. I do think I will take you, but it would be such a shame to break apart a matched set.”</span> Looking at Ayla he gently stroked her hair, doing his best to be soothing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“Please relax little one, I shall  not harm you. As long as you follow directions you will be fine, may even enjoy it. You have my word, though the word of a member of Dimir isn’t worth what it should be to most people.”</span> Lucian looked at the man cowering behind the desk, a look of contempt on his face. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">“I’ll take the pair of them as payment, and be thankful that they are all I am taking. It’s not like they’re going to be missed at your house anyway.”</span></span>