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'I think you must needs have a little more practice before you try your tricks on another Elf, though.'
Losse laughed, cheerfully accepting her failure. She was good, very good, and this woman was not by any means the first elf she had burgled, but the woman's tolerance must be incredible. She'd watched her drown herself in ale, had seen the woman's unsteady steps on the floor, and the flush in her cheeks was still bright. No one sobers up that fast! There's a skill I'd like to learn.
"You caught me, Lady. 'Tis a beautiful purse, at that, better than mine and certainly heavier," she said, with a wink at the delightfully flummoxed man beside her. "But I only meant to get your attention. Somehow this got into my pocket..." With a theatrical flourish Losse presented the woman with a delicately jeweled hairpin, a perfect match to the others in her hair. "My name is Losse," she said into the moment of surprise. "I heard your companion mention lemonade...I'm new here and know no one. Would I be too forward if I asked to join your party?"
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