After a moment, Myrrh sighs. “Fair enough. Got anyone who could escort me to my residence?”
Sapphire casts her a crooked smile. “We secure more bets in a night than any gambling house in Rat Town. Think I sit on that much coin without plenty of my own muscle to guard it?”
The woman nods toward one of the walls. No doubt catching the eye of someone at a hidden peephole.
“Someone will meet you outside,” she says.
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