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Post by Jon on Oct 11, 2012 2:46:08 GMT -5
In the wee small hours of the morning, a porter walks quickly out of the trade hall and knocks urgently on the door to Aelorn's workshop. Another porter stands at the corner f the trade building and watches as Aelorn questions his visitor, whose agitation is obvious. As Aelorn locks his workshop behind him, the two porters rush back into the building, followed by Aelorn, at a brisker than normal pace.
Twenty minutes later, one of the porters exit's the trade hall and runs off towards Militia headquarters.
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Post by Jon on Oct 11, 2012 3:01:36 GMT -5
When Gaverek arrives at the trade hall, Aelorn is outside waiting for him.
"Lord Gaverek... I trust the porter explained the situation. I don't know what to make of it." begins the elf.
"How many times so far?" replies Lord Gaverek.
"16. Three times myself." answers Aelorn.
"And never the same total?"
The elf shakes his head, "no."
"So since the close of the business day, the till has been counted 16 times, thrice by yourself, and we've gotten 16 different totals, that's what you're telling me?"
Aelorn nods.
The two stare at each other, and while no words are spoken it seems that some sort of meaning is conveyed.
"Average it. Close the till for the day. I'll make up the difference if need be." Gaverek turns and begins to head back to the Militia HQ. "We don't have time for this, 'lorn. Not right now."
Lord Gaverek disappears down the darkened street, leaving Aelorn and the porters outside the Tradehall. Aelorn instructs the porters to do as Gaverek says and head inside. The sorcerer heads back to his workshop, dismissing the wizard lock and entering back into the brightly lit building.
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Post by Reginald on Oct 11, 2012 4:52:18 GMT -5
Reggie takes notice from nearby, the trade hall being very dear to his heart and all, grabs his holy symbol and mumbles something. He returns to his lodging unless stopped.
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