Fairy Tales/Folklore/Mythology
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gabbyncat"Come on Carla," wheedled Alex. "You know all the trading networks in the city. You must have some idea who is smuggling arms."
Harry let him do the talking. Carla was his contact not hers. While he did so she let her fingers drift over the trinkets in Carla's shop. Tiny clockwork toys that you could wind up and set walking around the floor. Clocks and orreries and minature dramatic scenes that you could set going and which would whirr and twirl.
She alighted on a small box. The outside was made of thin strips of silver and gold that fitted together in a strange blocky pattern. She tried to open it and failed.
"It's a puzzle box," said Carla suddenly.
"A puzzle box?"
"Yes, from the undercity."
Harry laughed. "There's no such place."
Carla shrugged. "They don't come to the surface very often. Legend has it that they are made for one particular person who the underkin have chosen to help them. If you can open it, then you are chosen."
Harry scoffed but pushed at one of the metal strips and watched it slide to one side. She could see the striped pattern of yet more strips cross underneath and what looked like a small cog or gear. She squeezed her little finger into the gap and pushed at it experimentally.
"If you are the chosen one then it can help you in time of need," Carla's voice had taken on a calculating tone.
"How much?" asked Alex.
"It's only a toy," began Harry.
"Ten arryns and no more questions about arms dealers."
"You weren't going to answer them anyway," pointed out Alex as he handed over the money.
"Alex I can't," protested Harry.
"Ten arryns is hardly going to break the bank and you've probably spent more feeding me all those times I've crashed at your place. Take it as a thank you present. I have a feeling we're going to need some good luck."
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Harry let him do the talking. Carla was his contact not hers. While he did so she let her fingers drift over the trinkets in Carla's shop. Tiny clockwork toys that you could wind up and set walking around the floor. Clocks and orreries and minature dramatic scenes that you could set going and which would whirr and twirl.
She alighted on a small box. The outside was made of thin strips of silver and gold that fitted together in a strange blocky pattern. She tried to open it and failed.
"It's a puzzle box," said Carla suddenly.
"A puzzle box?"
"Yes, from the undercity."
Harry laughed. "There's no such place."
Carla shrugged. "They don't come to the surface very often. Legend has it that they are made for one particular person who the underkin have chosen to help them. If you can open it, then you are chosen."
Harry scoffed but pushed at one of the metal strips and watched it slide to one side. She could see the striped pattern of yet more strips cross underneath and what looked like a small cog or gear. She squeezed her little finger into the gap and pushed at it experimentally.
"If you are the chosen one then it can help you in time of need," Carla's voice had taken on a calculating tone.
"How much?" asked Alex.
"It's only a toy," began Harry.
"Ten arryns and no more questions about arms dealers."
"You weren't going to answer them anyway," pointed out Alex as he handed over the money.
"Alex I can't," protested Harry.
"Ten arryns is hardly going to break the bank and you've probably spent more feeding me all those times I've crashed at your place. Take it as a thank you present. I have a feeling we're going to need some good luck."
Next Square: Enclosed Spaces