Bother. The woman was waiting for a dismissal. Matoya wondered why everyone felt compelled to stay somewhere they really were not wanted. She let out an exasperated sigh. "They are sold at auction," she supplied. "And don't let that thief steal it for you." Oddly, Locke was one of the few she hadn't minded as much. He'd taken care of business and left. She liked that. "You've got you answers. Now get out."
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Date: 2011-01-14 06:19 am (UTC)