[hr][center][h2][color=8882be]Tempum City (K7), Night at the Docks[/color][/h2][/center]
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...The mystery deepened as he got closer. A familiar scent wafted from the crate, the scent of home. But if that was the case, why was it moving? There seemed to be crying coming from the container too. Now he had to know. Briefly, he contemplated if it was worth risking the ire of his employer to simply satisfy his own curiosity.

The minotaur's broad fingers pried the opening of the crate, lifting. The lid of the crate opened with a loud crack and revealed the 'cargo'. Children were inside, very obviously beastmen children, in various states of distress. Mougin was very confused.
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The beast children looked up at Mougin in surprise. Their crying quickly came to a stop as confusion took over. Why was another beast person looking down at them? Was he here to rescue them? Or was he with the bad guys?

Now that Mougin could see the captors, he could also see a collar on each of their necks. He had heard about such collars once. They were were designed with a magic curse that kept the wearer from turning into their beast form, and it also dampened their strength and magical powers while in human form as well. Basically, they were as defenseless as a non-magical human. Even worse, removing these things without deactivating them first would result in death for the wearer. 

Then came a quiet voice that Mougin had not yet heard. [color=8882be]"What do you think we should do?"[/color] It was the pale skinned girl. She floated in midair, eye level with Mougin, also looking into the crate. [color=8882be]"They are beast-folk like you yes?"[/color] This was the first time she had spoken since Mougin laid eyes on her.  

Meanwhile, outside the ship, Mr. Silum was assuring the clean cut officer that everything was normal. Their last ship had arrived a little later than scheduled, that was all. The officer accepted his explaination without question and looked as if he was about to leave. 

But then Officer Charles stepped forward. [color=8882be]"Even so, a ship arriving after the dock master has gone is out of the normal. Would you mind if I saw the manifest and had a look inside?"[/color] The other officer looked angry with his partner, but he didn't say anything. The Boy Scout was doing what he always does, making a fuss about nothing.

Mr. Silum responded back with confidence. [color=8882be]"I have the manifest here."[/color] He took out a tablet and turned it on. It pulled up a manifest document right away. [color=8882be]"However, there isn't much left to see on the boat itself. Almost everything is already inside the warehouse, and unfortunately, you would need a warrant for that."[/color] 

Mr. Silum's armored body guard, shifted his weight slightly as he listened to the conversation. This caught Officer Charles' eye, but it wasn't enough to cause alarm. However, it was enough to raise suspicion.

Back on the boat, the shorter coworker with mechanical arms stepped into the opening of the boat. [color=8882be]"What are you two looking at?"[/color] He asked clumsily from across the large room.