He paid her very little attention as he made his first purchase. A large bottle of unmarked alcohol. The fact he didn't even bother to taste or sniff it might have been a clue to just what it was going to be used for. What came next surly made no sense: a decent length of rope, several sheets of blank parchment, a tarnished spyglass, two lanterns and some black gunpowder. All were tossed carelessly into a large burlap sack, compliments of his average purchase, and with that he was on his way.
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"It have any fire of its own, or is it flying naked as well?" He was vague should anyone be listening in. Even if those in the alcove were just as shady, information was information, everyone saw something for the right price. And given just how tangled this woman's body-dump was, he'd take no chances. "Lastly, can you find me a perch high above this boat?" He was stepping once more out into the sun, shielding his eyes.
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"It have any fire of its own, or is it flying naked as well?" He was vague should anyone be listening in. Even if those in the alcove were just as shady, information was information, everyone saw something for the right price. And given just how tangled this woman's body-dump was, he'd take no chances. "Lastly, can you find me a perch high above this boat?" He was stepping once more out into the sun, shielding his eyes.
