Toque was up to his usual business. He had made his way to a local bank and was peddling his "new business" routine once again.
"And for a meager thousand gold pieces you can help me start this up. Remember, I pay 100% on the lean so-"
"Enough." The loan officer slammed his hands down on his desk. "I've heard of you and your kind Wilson. Be gone, you'll get no money from us!"
Toque sundered out wondering if his luck had finally petered out. On his way back a man stopped him.
"I have a preposition for you..."
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