Originally posted October 22, 2011
((Chance meets with Siobhan to secure help in fighting against the Cabal))
"She dinnae even know yer 'ere, di she, lad" the witch reflected with a grin as she passed over the pouch. Chance shook his head. "T'will di what ye ask, until her next monthly." He brow furrowed for a moment before the understanding clicked into place. "By then her blood wuid 'ave refreshed itselv."
The pouch felt heavy in his hand. He didn't want to ask. He didn't want to insult the witch. She nodded as if she heard his unanswered question. "T'will work, lad. What 'appens when it works," Siobhan grinned, "that bae up tae ye, ah ken."
"Thank you," Chance answered. "I owe you."
"Yes, lad," the witch assured him. "Yes, you do."
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