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Don stared off towards the town.  In the distance he saw smoke billowing from chimneys and windmills slowly rotating their dilapidated arms.  Strange, unsightly crops were visible, as were the women working in the fields.  Placed seemed like it was practically begging for a visit from the Wolves or the Hunters, or whatever group of bandits was killing each other these days.  But it looked like the storm had passed this place over.  Couldn't remember what the town's name was.  New Something-or-other.  The water merchant had said it was one of the first waves to be claimed under the protection of the Town Guard, leading to almost five year stretch of quasi-prosperity.

[color=0072bc]"Yeah, goin' in cool.  If anyone asks, we're traveling merchants.  We gotta go clandestine, on the DL, you know?  They got what we need.  First, we gotta snag some new tools or I can't fix our shit.  I need a pair of pilers, the real skinny ones.  And my 10mm wrench is rusted to hell, it's gonna give soon.  I can almost get the solar panel going, but we're gonna need some copper wire and a new transformer, one of the small ones."[/color]

Don took the mule by the reigns and slowly turned towards the town, his eyes intense and calculating. 

[color=0072bc]"That's the move.  Grab a drink, a room, and a couple whores.  What you think?"[/color]