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[cozen]

I swear on my mother's pyre.

[ She's not dead, that he knows of, but you know. ]

[heirring]

I'm very sorry to hear it. [But let's not linger on dead parents; there are far more pleasant things to discuss!] Are you much for parties on Satinalia? I have great hopes that we will have no reason to go fighting our way through Nevarran cities this year, and so there might be a little something organized in the Gallows proper. In which case, what would you estimate the likelihood that you might play at such an affair, and at what rate might you be bribed for a particular sort of tune or two if such a coincidence were to come to pass?

[cozen]

I am much for parties any day, and if there is to be music, I am confident I can elbow my way in. As for bribery—I suppose it depends. What songs were you thinking?

[heirring]

Truthfully, the particular song matters less than the meter for the dances in question. Forgive me - I know it must be awful to say such a thing to a musician. But my designs are entirely to do with the dancing in questions, and I have my eye on one those dreadfully dull slow things where the only point is to turn slowly in a circle, and a saltarello.

[cozen]

[ Two and two, together. ]

I see. Delightful. And I don't think that will be very difficult to arrange, so for bribery... if I think of something else for Satinalia, a game or a gift exchange—can I ask you to help me arrange it?

[heirring]

That should be no trouble whatsoever. We have an agreement, Monsieur.