"You must remember what that's like."
"In the distant mists of time," she mutters, but her scowl softens a bit.
She rummages about in the cashbox and extracts some coin. You realize this is a drama she expects, and that you may have been unwise in not naming a sum to begin with. Still, some funds at your disposal would be better than none. "I suppose you'd better have something to be going on with," she says. She dispenses a measured flow of coins into your palm.
One of the ushers appears at the door of Matty's office, out of breath and trying to straighten her crooked tunic with sticky hands. "There's a gentleman here to see Master Osberht," she says.
"Tell your admirers to seek your favors at your lodgings, this isn't the place," Matty says.
"I mean, it's Lord Falathar here to see Master Osberht," the usher says in a single breath.
Matty glowers at the child. "That's not 'a gentleman,' that's an emergency." She turns her frown on you. "Why are you still standing here? Talk to him. Try to sound smart. If they come back for a second performance, we'll fill every seat."
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