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Yes, both the norn and the asura mentioned the apple pie among other equally useless information. He was starting to wonder if the info Dwag had got him was a bunch of dead ends after all.
“We still have the rest of the people on your list to talk to,” FPS pointed out with undying optimism. “The ones who weren’t robbed?”
He was right, but there was a lot of them. Six of them at least. Tora sighed and pulled out the folder again to look over who was left. They’d have to be smart about this. If they chose the right contact they wouldn’t need to talk to all of them.
“Norn and asura first, right?” FPS asked.
Tora nodded.
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…They talked to all of them.
“Pretty sure my late mother worked with her. I don’t know much about her though. Oh! She was real good in the kitchen, does that help?” said the norn.
“My old man claimed her apple pie was the best but I’ve never had it,” huffed an asura.
“I think my grand sire mentioned something about her having a mean left hook?” mentioned a charr.
“Granny worked with her. She used to send us cookies,” said a human.
“Really good apple pie. Never got the recipe.”
“She fought a minotaur that was after my grandpa!”
“Just the best baker. Mom sings praises about her apple pie.”
“Mean left hook.”
“Father’s been trying to reproduce her apple pie for years.”
“Owes my Ma twenty gold.”
“That apple pie though?”
And finally…
“Yeah, I remember Bolli. Used to work together.”
It was the last person on their list, Rhin Noelle—an old male asura. The sight of him was startling, Tora thought they’d talked to all the asuras. Noelle wasn’t really—asura didn’t usually do the last name thing, he was pretty sure. Noelle was a very human name.
Peering over Rhin, he spotted a framed painting on the wall—a recreation of a wedding between what looked like a younger Rhin and a young human lady.
Ah.
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