“Nope. Never seen her. Have you tried the Goblins Head? It’s 6 miles east. She might be hiding out there…. Whoever she is.”
It is worth mentioning, at this point, that Tim would never lie to the legal authorities. He was a law abiding citizen, who always cooperated with the law enforcement. Fortunately for Tim, this man had no authority in Asgareth, and so Tim had little reason to answer the question truthfully.
Tim paused for a moment, as he studied the unconscious body of Marcellus. He smirked, and began to talk again.
“Mind you… that man there?" Tim stated, pointing at Marcellus' unconscious body. "Yeah… I’ve heard rumours about him kidnapping young pretty women for his own sadistic purposes. You’ll probably want to talk to him… I do hope it's not too late...” He smiled at the man, before grabbing a dirty glass and wiping it with his dirty cloth.
It was at this point that a young man approached the bar. He appeared to know Tim, but Tim had no recollection of him. In fairness to Voss, Tim met many different patrons from around the world, and made a sincere effort to forget each and every one of them.
Mezcal? Tim thought. What was that? Did he sell that as well? He had no idea. Instead, he merely smiled and nodded at the young man. “Yes… yes, business is well. The kidney market is particularly strong right now, thanks to the Harrense Civil War. Loads of poor troops needing kidneys; they don’t care where they come from. The trafficking side has more than doubled; I’ve brothels on 4 continents now, and only 3 of them are illegal. And of course –”
Tim stopped as he realised what he had been saying. He gave off a hearty laugh and boomed "Just kidding! The bar is going well. Ignore all that other stuff. I don’t do that. That’s the other guy. Eyepatch, bald…. One leg, you can’t miss him! Yep, not me. I’m just your friendly neighbourhood landlord. Bar's going great. Making lots of money! Too much money! So much money!”
Across the bar, a man laughed heartily. Parolin Yeltsin had been watching the conversation eagerly, and tapped Voss on the shoulder. “If you’re looking to make some extra cash, I know a guy.” He slipped a business card across the bar. It read:
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