RL:O - The City of Spices
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Blaise says quietly to his friends, "These scum may be just the middlemen, anyway ... we need to find out whether the slaves were going to be auctioned off or if there was already a buyer lined up! While you get their 'donations,' I'm going to take a look at the captain's quarters before the city guard shows up. I'd trust a ledger book and a log entry more than any words these cowards might spit out."
He dashes toward the rear of the main deck, moving quickly in the darkness. He returns about two minutes later, carrying a small bag tucked underneath his dark green cloak. "I didn't want to take ... too long... " he says to Inovidil, Jarg, and Shana, trying to regain his breath after his quick dash, "...in case ... our guests got fidgety. Blasted open a wall safe and ... grabbed a leatherbound book and whatever else was inside. We can all look later.... after I've had time to wipe off this muck." He winks and points at the fake scar and grime he added as part of his disguise.
He dashes toward the rear of the main deck, moving quickly in the darkness. He returns about two minutes later, carrying a small bag tucked underneath his dark green cloak. "I didn't want to take ... too long... " he says to Inovidil, Jarg, and Shana, trying to regain his breath after his quick dash, "...in case ... our guests got fidgety. Blasted open a wall safe and ... grabbed a leatherbound book and whatever else was inside. We can all look later.... after I've had time to wipe off this muck." He winks and points at the fake scar and grime he added as part of his disguise.
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Re: RL:O - The City of Spices
I disavow all involvement with this game.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)
-from Moby Dick (Hermann Melville)