An ornament, solid gold. In the shape of a dragon’s claw.”“A dragon’s claw, eh? And now there are dragons attacking towns nearby. Your theft m...y be connected to that. I could help retrieve that for you.”“You could? I’ve some coin coming in from my last shipment. Get me the claw back, and it’s yours.” He sounded almost pathetically grateful. “Now, if you’re going to get those thieves, you should head to Bleak Falls Barrow, northwest of town. So now, Camilla, you don’t have to go, do you?”“Oh,. A man does not wish our two great cities to go to war with each other again,” the stranger reassured Illyrio now.“Which man is that?” Illyrio tested his guest now.“This man is no one. This man is simply your honored guest,” the foreigner stipulated, even as he dressed in the decadent garments of a Lysene slave trader ... the perfect disguise for him.“Forgive me, that costume of yours rather amazes and startles me. It represents the antithesis of who and what you are, does it not?” Illyrio. When I was eleven, I went through puberty. My mother sat me down and spelled out the “Facts of Life”. I learned how babies were made. The only man I wanted to be my mate was Santa.While other girls were dating boys, I kept to myself, making toys. I would fantasize about the big man taking my virginity under the small Christmas tree my father scraped together to buy each year. I would come so hard, I had to bury my face in my pillow, so my parents would not hear.On Christmas Eve, I would drink. Her mocking smile almost permanently affixed to her face."Well, I hear congratulations are in order." She leaned in, her perfume overwhelmingly intoxicating to him. "So you're one of the girls now," she smirked blatantly at him. "And from what I've seen of you, you always have been."Ian blushed crimson at her teasing, making her enjoyment of toying with him more amusing for her. She pushed a small parcel down on his desk, wrapped in a red ribbon."Just a little welcome gift from the girls," and.