[Let it never be said that Jacky M. Faber doesn't pull her own share. Outside of the tents, she much prefers drumming up interest--it appeals to the showman in her, what can she say--but when there's a job to be done, she'll do it. And even if it ain't her money, there's something satisfying about collecting it all the same.
She's seen a lot in her near-year here at the carnival, so she greets the small little dragon with her sunniest grin.] Well good sir, we do pride ourselves here on being fair, so I'm sure--
[Spying the literal pile of shimmering gems the size of the fists of some sailors she's known, Jacky finds herself choking on her own spit, her eyes going wide. 'We could buy a fleet with that, we could,' Little Mary whispers in her mind, and for the first time in a long time Jacky is tempted to listen to the little gutter rat. Oh, surely the Ringmaster wouldn't miss one, would she? It would be like a tip! A reward for excellent service!
Stuck in moral dilemma, she neglects to actually answer the little guy's question.]
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She's seen a lot in her near-year here at the carnival, so she greets the small little dragon with her sunniest grin.] Well good sir, we do pride ourselves here on being fair, so I'm sure--
[Spying the literal pile of shimmering gems the size of the fists of some sailors she's known, Jacky finds herself choking on her own spit, her eyes going wide. 'We could buy a fleet with that, we could,' Little Mary whispers in her mind, and for the first time in a long time Jacky is tempted to listen to the little gutter rat. Oh, surely the Ringmaster wouldn't miss one, would she? It would be like a tip! A reward for excellent service!
Stuck in moral dilemma, she neglects to actually answer the little guy's question.]