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‘ all the wealth within these walls will never buy the thing called love. ’

HADESTOWN SENTENCE STARTERS PT III

Anne glances back in mild surprise at Karlach, the gold piece she was inspecting still held in a loose grip between thumb and forefinger. The waves of heat radiating off of Karlach’s body makes the air around her dance, giving the mounds of treasure around them mirage-like quality. Anne glances back down at the gold in her hand and huffs through her nose, standing and turning to Karlach with a softer expression. She’s a hard-nosed bitch to most of them—the Blade, the wizard, the cleric, the gith—but Karlach has an indomitable spirit that Anne likes and friendly cajolingness to her that makes her hard to dislike to boot.

“That’s ’cause love en’t bought, big girl.” Anne flips the coin to her. “It’s caught. Like a fire catches, maybe, or like a trap does.” She should know. Twice now she’s been in love, and twice burned and captured—one each literally, all metaphors aside. “Money buys nice things, and love en’t a nice thing.”