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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 6, 2015 1:06:57 GMT -5
"My drug kills people who don't have it. I'm the only one who has it." He grinned. "Do you need a map of this problem?"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 6, 2015 22:58:57 GMT -5
Allard curses under his breath,"Tim, I think we need more help. See if you can find Morgan or call upon anyone you deem trustworthy." He nods at the inn, where they had arrived,"We'll keep an eye on him here until you return.... or we have to move."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 7, 2015 8:09:38 GMT -5
One of Morgan's men had remained at the inn. Serjeant Will, he was called, a burly man near forty who had served House Brax for twenty years. He strode over to Allard. "All go well, m'lord?"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 7, 2015 8:29:37 GMT -5
An exasperated look appeared on the young man's face,"We were able to shed some light on this whole situation. But I am in need of Lady Brax and anyone she can bring to our aid, as quickly as possible." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards the dealer,"I'm going to keep him here in a room until we can move away from the city. Edward the Heel, the master of the docks will need to be arrested as well. This is a tricky situation, move swiftly or we may all pay the price." With that he moved quickly into the inn.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 7, 2015 9:08:50 GMT -5
"I'll go find, m'lady," Will offered. "She went to see her friend down at the harbour. I'll go get her and I'll get our men to arrest that fellow Edward."
He hurried away.
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