Despicable

[Ashclout]

Knock knock. It's been a while, hasn't it?

Letters are written and distributed across the continent. 

The newly wed Docro makes an announcement and consequently, her stance clear.

"Ahem.

So one of my anonymous stalls was seized. A batch of sylvanum poured down into the drain.

Or should I say... a fuck ton of money, poured down into the drain.

We'll recover... but it's time I change my practices.

For the slow ones who haven't quite caught on yet, I produce and sell sylvanum.

Not the cheap powder you'll find on the streets, no no... but the shit that'd make your grandma crawl out from her grave.

Yeah... it's that good... I wouldn't use it otherwise and trust me... I have standards.

Anyway...

Since I can't delegate to some mindless boon without losing half my cargo, I'll take it upon myself.

I, Dominique pyr Docro, am the fucking shop and much like a 'numb' employee would...

I will sell to anyone.

You can be a zealot of Osronan, a freak from Dreadwoods, an angry warrior of Galamea, a lizard worshipper.

You can be an elder, a perfectly fine and healthy adult, a crippled, retard, pregnant, a kid--

I don't fucking care. I will sell it you.

Now, now...

Don't call me a monster just yet.

I'm a woman of principles after all.

I'm not so heartless I'd make a child pay full price.

Three grand for a pop. Two and a half for kids.

Those are the prices I'm selling them for.

Oh and if you were wondering....

Yes, I walk around with most of it.

And you're more than welcome to try and take it from me!

But just so you know...

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What I love more than money... is turning people into minced meat.

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So see you on the playground, people of Esshar.

With much love and compassion,

Dominique pyr Docro