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Dalamar─O I squeeze my eyes shut, doing my best to ignore the what has to be something out there getting the Blue Flames or something, because its definitely not afternoon, else i'd not be awake. Because laziness. I then roll over trying to cover my head with a blanket, but that does little good, it gets hot fast and i feel smothered, so i take it off and sigh exasperatedly. How do I handle this? It isn't like i can turn off the damn sun.
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Dalamar─O Or can I? No...no i can't. I'm not in the wagon, it isn't like i can close a door, the wagon doesn't have these evil windows that let the pain in. There has to be someone to complain to. Maybe a trip to the Sardar? No, I do want to come back eventually, and i don't think I'd make a good Mul. ugh. guess I have to get up.
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Dalamar─O Been a while since i bothered to check on the wagon, and i don't really remember what they were doing next, but i'm sure it'll be nice, and i can finally get back on the road in style. For damn sure, no sunlight gets in that wagon unless I want it to, and i won't get harassed out in the wilds. Nothing ever happens to anyone out there. So I get up, get dressed, and head out the door, making arrangements to have my bosk meet me at the carpentry yard...Oh yeah I remember now, the purchase of said yard.
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Dalamar─O Well it'll be a nice side income from all the thefts, alleged slavenapping and rapekilling i do for my main income. Priest Kings only know what I'd do if i didn't do any of that on a regular basis. It's a good thing no one has ever found a body or missing slave yet. I'd be in serious troubI might...egads...have to face absolutely no one in any sort of trial amd endure no judgements at even though there aren't any Magistrates or courts of any sort. Or anyone that can really catch me.
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Dalamar─O well ok there might be one or two that can try. One of them can maybe get a trail. But i can ward her off with an illicit substance, and thatll be that. So i ought to be okay in case anything bad doesnt happen. I eventually reach the workyard, and see that while i was imagining things the bosk got there ahead of me and were in the process of being hitched to the wagon, which was nice, i didn't feel like doing it myself. After some inquiries the yardboss comes out with some papers,
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Dalamar─O and after some explaining, told me that i'd need to sign for stuff. This is against my religion, signing things, and I'm a devout follower. There are some things I just don't to unless...well...money's involved, so I very relutantly sign the papers, reading carefully so i can point out anywhere it says styff about hidden fees and jailtime if certain things aren't done. I don't really see any of that, but you never know with papers. Papers, are sneaky things. Cut you when you aren't looking.
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[01:39p] iseult~UR took comfort in the warmth of the sun spilling through the canopy of leaves overhead. Her feet carried her in the direction of the orchard she'd heard of only the day before. Fruit ripe for the picking! And no odd looks from the vendor when she handed over the silver coin.
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Dalamar─O Maybe this'll make me rich? richer? I'm a tycoon now? I own a business, a legit one, now. Maybe I have to get a fancy cane, and walk around all snooty. I thank the man, and then ask him to wait a moment, and climb into the wagon's interior to get something from the chest inside, and coughs up some dough from it, and puts it in a small bag, and carries it out to him. I tell him to pay people from this for a little while, based on how people work, i want no slackers
[01:43p] iseult~UR pressed a small hand to the flat of her belly as if she could quell it's empty protest. It'd been loud and sapphire eyes swept the area, wondering if anyone had heard it. Most continued on their way, no one paying any attention. A smile formed on berried, but dry lips. Ramberries. Oh, if she could pick enough to fill a glass with the juice to drink. Kalana berries. Larmas! Her steps quickened, her dry tongue dancing over her lips in anticipation.
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Dalamar─O He nods and agrees, then looks into the bag, then at me in amazement, and i give him a wink. I say if that's all I'll be giving it a test drive, and climb onto the driver's seat, and releasing the brake. He wishes me well, waves and goes back to supervising; i shake the reins, and tell the bosk to go, and the wagon leaves the wagonyard, and then after some deft steering, the Post, for that likely very lengthy test drive.
