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An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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I'm pretty much free right now if you want to meet. Just stop by Pinch, or I'll come by Asclepus, whichever you prefer.

[Naruto isn't going to say a word about how things had been back home for them, and he's spent a considerable amount of time before Sakura got here thinking about whether they would be together back home or not - not just thanks to Samantha's input.

He just grins at her, reaching up to ruffle his own hair.]

Dunno whether I would have asked her-- y'know?

Right, so it's all safe. For now.

[That's reassuring to know, even if it's all speculation. But, now he can bring up the other reason he'd called her here.]

There's actually--something else that I wanted to talk to you about.

[ The pirate leans on the counter, resting his weight on his elbows. A bit of gold flashes with his smile. ]

Cozy little place you have here. I like it.

[ Jack glances from side to side, as if he's taking stock of the place, then back to her. His voice lowers a notch. ] I found out something interesting the other day. I heard tell from a mostly reliable source that a certain someone was willing to purchase items acquired in a less than honest way.

I bought the cheapest, smallest hole in the wall that would serve my purposes. A greenhouse and space for a lab in the back. Turned the old house's foyer into the shop front. [She chuckled.

At the mention of other business, she glanced around and nodded.]

Did you now? That sort of business is usually out the backdoor, just so you know... but today I think I'll turn a blind eye. What is it?

[She's mostly being silly anyway.]

Honestly? You'd have gotten around to it eventually. This place, though. It pushes the urge forward I think.

Well, with that out of the way, I'm all ears. What's going on?

Remember the potion Euri, Draco, and I made to help take down the dragons?

I tried one of the herbs--the one that weakens fire--on the Giants in Alfheim. It worked somewhat.

Fair enough.

[ He pulls out a small pouch, tugs it open, then flips it upside down. Metal and stone clatter against one another, then the goods spill out onto the counter top: a silver necklace with a fairly nice gem in the middle, a modern watch, and a couple of expensive diamond rings. ]

Perhaps they're not your fancy, in particular, but I can always find something that is. What do you think?

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You're thinking of putting something together, targeted to the fire giants and the frost, aren't you? [She scratched her chin.] Yeah, I'm in.

[She took out a small glass and used it to inspect the stone. Appraisal wasn't one of her strongest suits, but she knew what people in Utgard were looking for, and the rough caliber she could get for it.]

Nothing here's contraband. Good. Avoid weapons dealing. Too much trouble to try and ship it out of the city. Jewelry's easy...

[She picked up the necklace with a gloved hand and nodded before writing a figure down. It was roughly, the going rate.]

I can be at Pinch shortly. Ten minutes?

I'll be out front.

[True to her word, when he arrived, she was manning the counter, grinding down some herbal root for tea and putting it into a strainer. She looked up and nodded to him when he came in. No words just yet. Might as well give him a chance to start this off, though when Draco said pragmatic, she assumed it didn't mean something nice.]

[ Jack watches closely, most likely leaning a tiny bit into her personal space in the process. Unintentionally, of course. ]

I never really was one for cheating a man -- or lady, as it stood -- out of their means to defend themselves. So aye, no weapons.

Will you take what's there?

[Considering that Samantha's personal space was much ... larger than most people's, yeah. He was definitely in hers. When he leaned in, her face hardened and she took a step back, scratching at the back of her head uncomfortably as she glanced at him.]

Yeah, I can take what you've got here. That's not a problem.

[And true to his word, he's there in ten minutes with his hands in his pockets and an unreadable look on his face. He comes in and approaches the counter, watching her silently for a few moments.]

'lo, Sam. [Tea. Tea is always a good thing to offer and his lips twitch a bit.] Sophie recommended that I talk with you about certain things.

Sophie? [She went to put the tea into the strainer and started to work on actually brewing the pot. She set out a couple cups between them and looked over at him, a raised eyebrow there. She and her employee rarely spoke other than for business purposes, so it wasn't often that someone came on her recommendation.]

Now you have me curious. What sort of thing am I helping with?

[He's not moving at all, watching her closely as he lets the conversation with Sophie rattle around in his head.]

Ley lines. She said you might know about the magical ley lines in the city. True?

[ He won't notice the expression change, merely offers his hand out to shake and grins. ]

Oh... Yeah. I was one of the ones who helped map them to start, and I helped Aladdin when he turned them on throughout the city to help awaken the Runic magic. So, yeah. I know them.

[She tapped the counter.]

In point of fact, this building's on one of the nexus points in Loki. It's why I bought this place. Why?

[Now that, she could handle. She reached out and clasped his hand, shaking it and nodding.]

I take it I'm probably going to be buying more of this sort of thing off of you in the future, eh?

[ A smile. ]

You'd be spot on, provided you want the business.

I don't get quite as much of this as you'd think. There aren't too many... creative magpies out there, let's call them. So, you won't find that much competition.

Miss Grey,

I hope you will forgive the forward nature of this missive! A Mr. Draco Malfoy passed your name along (and if I might add, spoke rather highly of it) when I came to have a look about his apothecary.

Alchemy and herbalism are keen interests of my own world, though of course, their practices are markedly different here in Asgard. I would be delighted to speak of any particularities you cared to discuss -- though of course, I understand the desire to keep certain trade secrets!

Bearing curiosity and well-wishes,
-- Albus Dumbledore.

[Well, that was formal. Almost like a letter. She chuckled as she read it and mused about how Draco had told her he'd be sending people her way... Well, the old saying with her went, Any friend of Draco's...]

Albus,

Feel free to stop by Pinch of Sage. I've sent directions along with this. I tend to be a workaholic, so I'm in fairly late. [It also had to do with the shadier side of her business as a fence on off hours, but she wasn't mentioning that.] I'm always looking for alchemists, and if you're from his and Hermione's world, I'm interested in talking. I keep a few secrets, but not many. We're in a war, and the more armed we are, the better.

-Samantha

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