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Meho discovered the little folk’s new advantage had been shaved down from half a purse to a tenth, and took it as the personal betrayal it plainly was. Arrowyy demanded the proof with admirable speed, as if the numbers might be arrested before supper.
Blaedy observed that the gnomes are not permitted a day in the sun. This is probably written somewhere in the laws of nature, beside rain in Westfall and Arrowyy’s rent arrears. Meho’s real grievance was that fury already comes grudgingly; charging more for it is insult added to an empty tankard.
She ended with “Oh whale,” which is the sound of a sailor accepting a leak after arguing with the sea.