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he left. And all the better! For Apollo, it was easier The GameOn Magazine 13
this way. Nothing got in the way of business, and that
was how he liked it, and that was just the way it went.

Sitting at his counting house now, touched but
not quite warmed by the fireplace here with its small
sun inside, Apollo studied himself in the mirror,
admiring his faded looks, struggling to heighten
and angle his diminished hairline. In the next room
he could hear the sounds of huge scraping hands
working away tirelessly, like music to his ears.

And then quite suddenly there came a knock
at the distant door, once, then twice, and then, as
old Apollo craned his way to the door, silence. He
opened it up to invite in the cold and everything else
dreadful about the season, including his guest.

The woman before him was pretty to
anyone who wasn’t currently an old codger,
and draped in not much more than what
looked like a huge curtain and some rags.

“Pardon me, sir,” she said, her voice
lilting with some unknown accent, “are
you Apollo, or are you Mercury?”

Scoffing, Apollo thumbed his nose
and set his expression to ‘sour’.

“I’m Apollo, of course. Mercury’s been
dead these seven years. What do you want?”
he added, throwing a bit more unfriendly
into it than he thought he really needed.

“As ze festive season ees upon us,” the woman
continued, ignoring him almost completely, “zere are
many who cannot clear lane, or farm ze jungle camps.
We like to collect gold for zem, in zeir time of need.”

“You mean scrubs? What, aren’t they
rushed off into low MMR tiers?” he asked.

“Zey are.”
“Hah!” Apollo said, “then what concern
are they of mine? Are they on my team? Of
course not. I say let them feed, let them die

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