Noble took a step back; less because he was afraid of the man (although maybe he should have been) than because of the implication. Was there something wrong with the potion? That was - well, he'd never gotten hit over a potion before, and things had to be had if the man had come here. The only recent client he didn't know well was Ben Crouch, which meant that this was Ben Crouch, which meant it was about the draught of peace.
"We can talk in - my yard?" Noble said, looking between Crouch and the woman who maybe knew him.
"We can talk in - my yard?" Noble said, looking between Crouch and the woman who maybe knew him.
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