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"Yeah, yeah." He replied as the smoke settled down over the town. "I'm in no great rush. Here." He pulled a small leatherbound notebook out of his back pocket, along with a small pencil, and extended them to her. "Just jot down however much ya' need and I'll swing round with the cart after the caravaners are finished with me."

"And what can I help you with, Mr. Marshall, on this lovely morning?" He asked, turning his attention to the sentinel. A trained ear can pick up a faint hint of anxiety as he quickly launches into a sales pitch. "Something to keep all those new recruits toasty in the training hall? Need starter for a monster hunting expedition? Or maybe you've got yourself a paramour, eh? Want something that'll sweeten the air for a romantic night?"