We were leaving Derider’s office, charged to liaison with Gaspar, The Beggarmaster. She paid me no mind again; rather, almost worse than my companions, aside from my brother. His odor clearly disagreed with her. I had planned to remain aloof and not act a lovesick pup. Suddenly reconsidering, it seemed madness to hide my interest. And then my father’s advice echoed in my head, "In love, disaster; not strategy." Hum, there was no time for a proper disaster, so I left a token for now. [Tycho used prestidigitation to leave a fleeting rose on her desk.]
I also left another trade bar at the Temple, with another note...this one includes a drawing of a rose. Perhaps I am a lovesick pup.