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He leaned nonchalantly against the counter, waving away the dim smoke of the tavern.
“Yes, we didn't have much to work with back in the days that I ran,” he grunted, accepting an ale from the barmaid. She turned her round eyes to watch him as she listened. “Me and my partner were on the run from the Erls – naturally – and we found a king's ransom in gold chains and coins in a small cave where we had been hiding. Unfortunately they'd just caught up with us and we knew we wouldn't get away with most of it.” He took a swig of his ale, pausing for effect.
“Well?” the barmaid asked. “What happened?”
He grinned, showing a silver tooth and a few more missing. “We swallowed as much as we could. It was the only way to keep them from getting it.”
Her hand flew to her mouth. “Really? How did you get it back? Did you escape?”
He chuckled. “It all came out all right in the end,” he said simply. “Terrible indigestion, though,” he added. Then he flipped two gold coins onto the bar and walked away. The barmaid stared at the coins, as if she was trying to decide whether she wanted to touch them or not. He chuckled as he heard the clink of the coins as she swept them into her apron.
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