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[quote][b]Denali (Jan 07, 2005 05:13 p.m.):[/b] They were up with the sun, and had breakfasted and left the inn before the majority of people woke and began to move into the streets. From there they picked up the last few supplies they would need from a nearby vendor, packed everything onto their horses, and set out for the merchant district. Mal's agent, a man by the name of Varn, met them at the appointed time and the exchange of goods took place. It was nothing more than a box, a small box, even, and it didn't look valuable. That was good. A few times she'd made the mistake of accepting large, complicated cargo, and it was a nightmare to run something so damn conspicuous. After the requisite contract details and delivery information, and after Varn had left, she shook the little box, but it didn't sound like anything exciting and Reno gave her a stern frown. Disappointed, she carefully packed it in a food tin specifically made to hide its contents, and they set out again, this time for the tavern. The woman and girl were already waiting in front of the Red Shell, and Mal swung down from her horse to greet them. "Mornin'," she said, genially enough, and motioned toward the pair's bags with a nod. "Get your gear and let's head over to the caravans. There's bound to be someone willin' to take your money and lead us to Lahkis. Let's go."[/quote]
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