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It was a long time coming but William finally tasted the salt filled air of Akki once again. His voyage had been long but his traveling had only just started. His ship rocked steadily towards a silent rock filled cove, with a small slot canyon at it's heart. This was smugglers cove, a place that had taken the life of many a vessel but William and his crew knew it like the back of there hand. Navigating the rocks and struts of debree with such grace and eligance this was what made him such a skilled merchant, his knowledge of the places that few care to look. 

The ship started to slow and William quickly snapped out of his distraction for just a moment. From outside his cabbin a crew mate shouted "Sir we've landed and the cove and will start loading right away" with a disinterested grunt he acknowledged there arrival.

But for William his notes and scribblings are what he took solace in, not the cool breeze of his home, after all the plan was too moor for less than a day and make haste to the capital from there. Finally he stood from his chair, swung open his cabbin door. 

"Right men we have till day break to get this ship loaded and to take inventory I don't need to remind any of you what's at risk if you're late" with that he got his parchment, ink and quill. "Let's get to work".

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[hider=Taking inventory]
The walls of the smugglers cove glistened like diamonds with the residue of condenced ocean water. A sight nowhere near as valuable as the content of the cave. William walked past rustic shelves stacked high with bottles and creates that's content have been long forgotten to all except William. He liked it that way all ways putting interesting trinkets away for what he called a "rainy day" but that day had never come and he always hoped it never would.

 Finally he made it, to where his most important stash layed. 3 cases of Akki Saphire, a drink crystal blue in colour brewed by nomadic farmers deep in the heart of akki, merchants told stories about how the water passed through Saphire geodes to get it's luxurious blue color however that's just a fools story it's value comes from it's alcohol potency and the fact very few bottles a brewed every year. Alongside this 3 musty books sat atop a shelf nearby. Books imported form the lands of the elves, the things they trade for a sack of potatoes. Probably some pointless magical nonsense, William didn't care he just knew they'd sell for a fine price to the right person. A few barrels of imported elven vodka, a strong and flavoursome brevrage infused with the beautiful flavor of truffles, a drink perfectly suited for people of Noble tastes. 2 sets of silk robes created for the thread of a gold orb spider. Not Williams taste, but should fetch a good price to a pompous fool with more coin than sense. And the pride of Williams personal collection, a one of a kind set of China crockery beautifully engraved in with shingseng artwork. He'd saved these items from years of traveling and trading preparing for his trip to the capital.

William took solace in the knowledge that the items he'd held onto for so long would finally serve the purpose of introducing the nobility of the land of his amazing ability as an importer. Time had flown over as William sat in his fantasies of wealth and grandeur staring at the goods before him, mouth watering and partchment shaking. Then suddenly noise blocked out the relaxing lap of waves, he heard the shouts, the drawing of swords. "Sir come quickly we've found a thief washed up on the beach"

William taken aback by this revelation and fearful of his prized goods. "load up the valuables immediately and let me deal with the thief personally"

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