The boy at the door was younger than her, but it didn't matter as long as he took the crup off of her hands. She coughed and mentally prepared herself to speak in a different voice, vocalize from her head rather than her throat and try a different accent. She was shite at accents, but as long as it disguised her actual voice, it didn't matter.
"I found this bugger, injured on the street. I heard you helped them. Am I in the right place, or do I need to keep looking?"
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