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JA 2621
Lydix Deps was sure, this was the one. He could spend the rest of his life with it. And it wasn't even a good vatful of shookie, but well and truly a homina. Granted, he'd had his heart pounding before, more than fifteen times to be honest, but this was different. He was even willing to give up time and shookie for to offer her a sumptuous gift. But this damned hawker had not yet delivered the amber he had ordered. And soon his beloved would come and he would have nothing to offer her, just a good ritual bite! He had to find someone to help him. Maybe tonight (*), there would be some patriots of confidence in the bar who would agree to give him a hand. In return for a round of drinks, of course, he was not an ingrate.