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[doesnotmiss]

There's a pair of assassins in the rafters today.
Cata's leaning against the wall; Sam, meanwhile, is a bit further out over the room, facing her. There's a pile of papers between them.

Sam picks one up and makes a series of interesting faces as he reads. "Were we this dense as firsties

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[morethanprops]

Moist looks up from his seat when a drop of blood drips onto the paperwork he's creating,

"Be careful, you're lucky I wasn't wearing my good suit,"

Since he made a rather nice profit from his trip with David, he's looking relaxed in tweed as he puts together some forged documents to have at the ready.

[doesnotmiss]

It's not blood - just red ink. Not that the firsties are likely to find that out.
"It'll wash out," Sam says, without looking down right away (administering poison by ear? What do these kids think they're working with?).

Cata does look down. "Probably. And it doesn't appear to have done that much damage."

[morethanprops]

It hasn't, Moist is working on a draft of a mine claim so its not on the good paper but he feels its the principle of thing,

"Out of paper?"

[post_whitewash]

Cata snorts. "I only wish. This far along, you'd think the firsties would have absorbed something."

"If they haven't, they won't be your problem for long, one way or another," Sam points out.

"True."
But that doesn't mean she finds the work any more pleasant.