"Thank you my lady, ah sorry, I mean Sal." He accepted the lock of hair with a gratefully nod, tucking it carefully away into the folds of his scarf. "Farewell."
Noble watched her leave and kept watching after her until she was well out of view, then finally a laugh bubbled out. It was a soft sound at first and then rose as he turned to leave.
A delightfully foolish she had been. With a lock of her hair, given freely, there was nothing he couldn't do to her. No spell could fail. Not that he intended to use it yet, but it was nice to have it on hand just in case.
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