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Opal was certain beyond a doubt now that an alarming percentage of the people in the caravan, or at least up at this section of it, were hovering somewhere in the realm of laughably inept. Or perhaps they were putting on an act; she couldn't put it past them and what better way to fool people than by acting a fool yourself? Of course, the possibility also existed that it was just the vino talking - reinforcing her earlier sentiments that the sauce was being imbibed far too early. Spirits were reserved for celebrations of merit, marriages or birthdays or funerals, but Opal didn't find that surviving a day out in the sands was cause for celebration. 

But then, it was possible that she just didn't want anything that could impair her judgment and mental capacity.

"And what happened to that gang friend of yours, if I may?" Opal asked after the jovial lass refuted the initial remark, "Why, drinking is a right and I respect that and those that indulge every now and again," How easily the lies rolled off her tongue, "But the man that drinks before nightfall is the man that misses the sunrise. You, miss, well I can't rightly fault you for nothing, but the humming sort has our lives in hand and between the both of us, miss, I'd surely prefer someone that can withstand the temptation of a bottle." Opal really hoped her tone and semi-huckster bend wasn't too overdone, but that was always the risk in these dress rehearsals.  "No offense to you, good sir, of course." 

“Miss Opal! I wanna tell you a secret. Could you follow me?” A younger sounding voice and a tugging at her sleeve drew Opal's attention away from the caravan leader, the lively lass, and the Nekroz girl just as things seemed to be getting good - she heard what sounded like a slap of some sort - and found her eyes looking at someone who seemed far too young to be a part of this little expedition. And yet, the young man's appearance wasn't the oddest thing, but rather the fact that he knew her name. That was unexpected, doubly so since the only one who would know that would be people that had access to the caravan roster. 

Tricky. A delicate situation. But he was just a kid, and kids were easy. Too easy. Opal could swindle a child out of three weeks' allowance without breaking a sweat. 

"Miss Opal Lennox, if'n it pleases you, child, you have my attention there's no need to tug on my sleeve like that." Opal spoke to the lad, pulling her sleeve, and thus her arm, away from the curious boy. "I suppose there ain't no harm in hearing you out, though I wonder if this caravan has a case of the loose lip." Secrets were a dangerous thing to have and a deadly thing to keep. Yet Opal was curious. How could anyone have a secret so early on? It was probably some sick person or perhaps he just wanted to show someone a trinket or bauble. Opal supposed she just had the look of someone trustworthy and kind. 

"First tell me your name so we're not at a disadvantage and then I'll hear you out, little one."

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