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The assassin sat still a moment longer watching the chatty drunken Venetians.
A bartender walked past his seats carrying a large Beer tray full of pitchers. He asked for a glass and paid in full.
The bartender took the note, knowing what it meant. He was from the city, where paper money was used. He was from the city and he was on business. Not worth prying, never was.
A few minutes went by and the assassin continued to sip his drink. But the voices of confusion and morality still swirled around his head, if not even more so.
A bartender walked past his seats carrying a large Beer tray full of pitchers. He asked for a glass and paid in full.
The bartender took the note, knowing what it meant. He was from the city, where paper money was used. He was from the city and he was on business. Not worth prying, never was.
A few minutes went by and the assassin continued to sip his drink. But the voices of confusion and morality still swirled around his head, if not even more so.
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