Liar's Tax

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Ugly. Larry was below standing in the open to receive our client. Her long red hair swayed as the sad old sap hobbled toward her with his hat held meekly in his hands. Did you get it? Beg the old men in a hushed tone as though the crowd on the street could possibly hear them. These clients are all the same. I watched perch on the top floor while whisper. Our enforcer was inside the building just across the alley acting as eyes for our blind tactician Beatie both ready in case anything went sideways with a disdainful expression. Larry said your mother's urn yes, we procured it. The old man clapped his hat between his hands, his wrinkles pulling up as he smiled. Praise be. I can't wait to get her home again. Where is she? He scanned the otherwise empty area. Larry's expression remained unchanged but she slowly stepped closer to him. One highly decorative she began estimated in value by you. The client at 600 regal in pristine shape as you claimed it was at the time of its theft. The item was found by the business us two nights ago, the piece was found in pristine condition and remains that way. A final bill estimated at 100 regal. The old man narrowed his eyes at Larry who was still in shadow. Where is it? However, Larry continued as she stepped into the light upon routine inspection, it was discovered that the piece while indeed an urn valued at 600 regals had in fact been customized magically and subsequently utilized as a soul. Ja the old man's dopey expression faded slowly as ugly. Larry continued the recitation of indictment. The soul jar has been found to be housing an unknown personage, regardless the Iron's magic has raised the value at current estimates, an occupied. So jar is valued at 100,000 regs that would make the adjusted cost of procurement 16,666 Regals. In addition, by lying to us, you incur a liar's tax raising the final bill to a total of 25,000 regals. This is where our team was the most tense. A lot depended on the client's reactions. The old man's mouth opened without a sound and he dropped his hand mid gesture, wincing a going rate of 100,000 Wriggles. He whistled at the quote. They say you can't put a price on life, but hey, there you have it. I have found that's true for one's own life. Others can be handled at a much more reasonable number. Larry noted otherwise unfazed. The old man sat on a shabby crate and rubbed his scalp as he took in the information. I'm sorry about the deception. He apologized. People in this hobby get used to obscuring information about it. Your admission is appreciated. Uh But unfortunately, we do not currently accept apologies as payment. The old man hunched slightly lower. He lifted his eyes to ugly Larry. He took a deep breath and slowly released it as he pressed his fingertips together and his eyes became black. The alley darkened and the noisy streets muffled, ugly little Larry they call you. He noted with deep distorted reverb. Why give that name to such a beautiful young woman? Do you? Ugly Larry? Have any idea what I could do to you, what I'm capable of? Not just magically.