"Who are you trying to fool, you slime? His Grace, me, or my blade?"

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"Who are you trying to fool, you slime? His Grace, me, or my blade?"
Valerie meaningfully places her hand on her weapon. "Would you like to press your luck, liar?"
The trader's face goes blank. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, Your Grace. This is all pretty standard

The trader smiles broadly. "Just the usual junk, Your Grace. I buy it from travelers I come across here and th
Valerie meaningfully places her hand on her weapon. "Would you like to press your luck, liar?"
"Who are you trying to fool, you slime? His Grace, me, or my blade?"