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[fathers_cleric]

There is a father and son in the bar.

Father a bit wan looking, and the son eating abashedly. He's in big trouble and he knows it.

Come and talk to one, or the other. John Preston in the bar to clear things up.

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[molly_razorgirl]

Molly spots him from across the room. Just the guy she's been looking for, so she heads over.

"John."

[fathers_cleric]

Preston looks up at the sound of his name and smiles in Molly's direction, "-Molly."

His smile's warm, "Would you like to join us?"

Robbie glances nervously between the woman and his father, but manages a nervous grin.
Preston stood. Only proper to stand for a lady.

[molly_razorgirl]

Just don't call her that, and we're all good.

The sammy eyes the child with a certain amount of discomfort, but finally nods and sits.

"So. The job was completed successfully? No loose ends?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston nodded, "An utter success. While the world is in anarchy-our ruling council is convinced that Libria...Free Libria will soon be set to rights."

He smiled.

[molly_razorgirl]

She cracks a polite smile. "Wiz."

Molly takes a deep breath. This can be the hardest part sometimes. "Which leaves, I suppose, only the one small matter of how much my assistance was worth to you."