Allen had never been so nervous in his life, not that he could remember, not even in his first show. He rubbed sweat-dampened palms against his pants as he followed Timcanpy's golden glint, a pocketful of all the money that he had saved up throughout his short -- but successful -- career. It was not quite a king's ransom, but it was a lot, far more
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It was so now; a man dressed as a servant pulled open the door for the white-haired boy, regarding him as one might the remains of a cat's dinner.
"Do you have business here?"
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Well, if Allen knew anything, it was how to act, and act he did, pulling on a look every bit as disdainful, and far more proud. "I have business with your master. Hurry along and fetch him, now. I have no time to waste on mere servants."
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Without waiting for an invitation, he strode in as if it was his right, slipping off his coat and handing it to a servant nearby.
"I was simply passing through town," and there came a shrug, light and casual, "when I heard a rumor regarding the serving staff here. You see, I am in quite some need of a maid, and I have heard about the delightfully tight discipline those here display. For the right price, I do not think it would be disadvantageous to... discuss. Do you?"
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