“Hello. I’m Eliza, a pleasure. Alphonse Crow, wasn’t it?” He nods,“Yes, ma’am.” He had a deep voice, with a strong deep south accent. At least he was polite. “Might I ask what this is regardin’? His majesty was a little light on the details.” She smirks,“Of course. We know you’re working for Sansom, and I have a suspicion that you don’t want to die.” He blinks,“That fucker? I’ll give you everything, if you’re gonna kill the bastard. Please, I’m only looking for someone. I’d heard he might know her, and by the Gods, I don’t have anywhere else to look. It’s been so long.” He takes off his hat, putting it on the table. And runs a hand over his head. Eliza narrows her eyes at him,“So, who are you looking for? Maybe I can help, I know a lot of people.” He nods,“A girl, well, a woman now I suppose, if she’s even alive. She’d be around thirty-six, I think. Orange eyes, sort of, dark-green around the edges, and orange in the middle. They glow, flickering gently.” Gods, he was looking for
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