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[color=7bcdc8][i]"Excuse me sir, would you be so kind to move your wagon? You see I am in need to enter the store and the sides are currently blocked by other citizens and your horses." [/i][/color]

Cario turned to see this female demanding, admittedly politely, that he move. Too busy to notice much more than her gender, he hopped from his wagon onto the cobbled street and took Bronte by her bridles. "Why of course." the words slipped from his tongue like a snake across a slimy log. He walked Bronte forward a few steps then gave her a pat on her white haired side to let her know to keep going, she knew the streets well enough.

With a nod to the female, he turned to the back of his wagon and peered inside. Searching for a few moments, his hand finally found his own sword in the darkness. Carefully he pulled it from its sheath and held it to the rising sun, it shone then, a bright yellow, a hint of magic about it. He also grasped a large black seed of some kind and pocketed it for later use.

Briskly he closed the creaking door to his wagon and followed the same familiar route his hirelings had taken, if he was not to conceal the gracious act of murder, he would commit the sin himself.