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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Keeping up appearances was tiresome. <br/>
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Every question, every line of personal inquiry and every thread of individual soul searching was somehow being aired for the world, and Chance didn't really care as much as her polite veneer let on. Errol may have silently chided her presence as she strode by, but there was no helping it. Eventually, in order to satiate her cravings, the veil would slip and reveal all the venomous intent one such as the Fae possessed. Until then, Errol was easy to ignore and easier to forget. The avarice of her drinking habits had waned, replaced by contentment with the change in the direction of the conversation. No longer were the patrons set on asking her if she were parched, nor were they keen to learn all manner of mystical bullshit from someone as clueless as they were.<br/>
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If their questions regarded her kind, her lineage, or the politics of the two, Chance would gladly break into a long-winded recount of customs and traditions dating back thousands of years. Instead, they were questions of heredity and origins, as if she were capable of retracing the footsteps of strangers she just met within the hour. Patiently, her eyes scanned from one patron to another, as attentive as one might expect of a woman content to waste her night drinking among the meek and rambunctious alike. If their population was always so loquacious, it was a wonder how the supernatural community remained relatively unknown to mundanes.<br/>
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"Well, as we've yet to immolate you, perhaps this is where you best fit, Brock." But the sentiment could be shared with anyone in the tavern, whether they found themselves worthy of the thought or not. She had no reason to implore to Brock any more than she did to Set or Colin or Hazel or Jim or anyone else, so what was spoken was as honest as she could muster. Lies, she knew, took more effort than the woman cared to exude currently.<br/>
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"Yes, yes. That's the owner, Errol, and I'm sure she's hiding in the kitchen as we speak."<br/>
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