[Kaph will find that, somehow, counted. His volume may have been softer than usual, though. Maybe.]
[The Mistress smirks and reaches into the awaiting sack; she plucks the ring out, inspecting it for a long moment. Then into the waiting hands of a guard it goes. The guard holds it out to him in her palm.]
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[The Mistress smirks and reaches into the awaiting sack; she plucks the ring out, inspecting it for a long moment. Then into the waiting hands of a guard it goes. The guard holds it out to him in her palm.]