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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[ragnarsson]

[There's a sound Ivar makes in his throat that is somewhere between a sigh and a growl. He never has great patience when it comes to Dodger. Plus, he's still not sure what all that laughing was about, but he doesn't like it.]

This information better be good.

[Strange that he'd had to give relatively little information in exchange for it.]

[smokedout]

Depends - do you consider your daughter's mother good?

[That should be enough information to keep him from leaving, and it's about Dodger seems to be planning to give at the moment. He leans back in his chair, his laughter melting into a smug grin as he watches Ivar's expression with wolf-like curiosity.]

[ragnarsson]

[At the mention of Letha, Ivar's eyes flickered with a myriad of emotions, finally settling on fury, and his face grew hard. He wondered if the suspicions he'd had were about to be confirmed.]

Tell me.

[smokedout]

[Dodger responds with a winning smile, and motions for Ivar to make himself comfortable again. They still have booze, it'd be a shame for it to go to waste.]

She came back along with your father. She's been gathering information on suppressing powers like your daughter's. And it looks like she's been trying to fly under the radar- [His eyes narrow.] -But something tells me you're a little too smart for a dumb broad like her. I figure you could find her pretty quick.

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar wasn't sure what made him angrier: that it had likely indeed been her at Yule, trying to deceive him, or the fact she was trying to find a way to suppress Winter's powers. Like Winter was broken or something. Well, he knew exactly what he was going to do about this. By the time he was done, it was likely the whole Quarantine would know how furious he was.]

I know exactly where she is. [He was fingering the knife he always carried, picturing driving it through her throat. He turns to go before turning back.] Thanks for the information.

[It had indeed been worth the price.]

[smokedout]

No problem.

[He watches the knife, and another chuckle escapes him as he thinks about just how many of those would end up in his chest if Ivar knew exactly what he'd paid for that information.]

See you around, kid.