"Wineport," he echoed, then nodded once. With considerable effort, he climbed up into the back of the cart and settled himself down on a crate. Idly, he rifled through his side satchel and took out a loose coinpurse. He pinched out a couple gil and held it out to her.
"Not going to eat your cargo," he said, "but this should suffice for transportation, aye?"
He didn't give a name.
"Not going to eat your cargo," he said, "but this should suffice for transportation, aye?"
He didn't give a name.