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The guards stop approaching and seem to consider this. The merchant cowers behind his counter. There simply wasn't a reason for the guards not to accept the story of the noble-woman. One guard apathetically shrugs and goes back to his patrol, another, the leader, it seemed, scolded the merchant for wasting their time (a perhaps unfair gesture) and then wandered off. A clean get-away, it seemed. The merchant does nothing, seeming to go on the defensive.

The young lad shuffles meekly up to Ntaaj.
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"Oh, I'm so sorry, Captain. I got us in trouble. If you want me to leave I can, Captain. Oh, I'm so sorry!" He seems genuinely stressed.

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