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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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"I can assure you, Orub, everything you have mentioned..." Gallus closed his eyes and cut both his hands through the air from his front to his sides, "...you will have nothing to worry about." Gallus then opened his eyes, "If, in the unlikely case that one of your crew is accosted by one of us or our merchandise, we will see to it that they receive recompense."

With Orub's previous cue, Gallus moves straight on to the figures. "Now, we propose that your party gets a percentage cut for your troubles. The flat rate per body we are charging the customer is twelve hundred septims a head, with the senche ones counting for double. With the amount we have ready to leave, that makes..." Gallus lifted his upper lip and looked to Meesei unsurely, "...oh, I can never remember the exact number. How many do we have, Meesei?" Gallus wanted to put some weight into the sheer size of the clan before the sailors' cut was to be haggled.



Tzirret frowned sympathetically, but shook his head. "Not really," he replied, "Tzirret was born to a caravan in Cyrodiil. He was told to worry about many things, but slave traffickers were never one of them." Tzirret kept his face wide eyed and blank, trying to be sensitive about the issue. He angled his head to one side and asked Ma'tanza, "This one does not remember asking Ma'tanza about her years as a cub. Where did she grow up? What was it like?"
Kyang was a little relieved when everyone followed her outside. She thought for a moment that she may have overstepped her social presence by applying that kind of pressure. Well, it wasn't as if she could take her time anyway. The sooner she could get some coin, the sooner she could start sorting her new life out.

Unfortunately, Liu had some things to retrieve, making them wait even longer. At least they had a walk to the main gate to entertain them for a few minutes. "Alright, just hurry up! We don't need to fight in the dark," Kyang said as Liu took his leave.

While Kyang lead the way to the gate, the more martial artsy pair started to hit it off. They reached the gate in time for Torako to start talking about fat people pushing each other, which noticeably lifted Kyang's eyebrow. Kyang leaned against the wall flanking the town gate with her arm around her glaive, listening on. When it was geared to entertainment, Kyang actually saw how it could be fun to watch, but in a comedic ridiculous way.

Somehow, the talk of Rikokan martial arts unlocked some kind of obsessive tone from Dai Xin. Kyang couldn't help but laugh and try to save the beleaguered Torako, "Easy, mister Dai, not all of us have travelled the land learning every way to punch."
I'll get a post up after breakfast. Sorry for the delay.
Gallus kept a straight face despite a racing heart and addressed the Orc, Orub, with a dignified smile. "Greetings, I am Gallus Corvus, we represent Fendros' family here." Gallus gestured to Fendros, who crossed his arms and was putting on a stereotypical glare. "The customer, if you will," Gallus continued, "My friend here is named Meesei, she is our enchanter. Her...connection with Colours-" Gallus stopped to itch his nose, but was really hiding a wider smile, "-got us in touch with you. Now, we understand you have some ships available to transport some sensitive goods?"



"Oh," Tzirret said. He looked a little guilty that he may have made Ma'tanza's existing anxieties worse. As well, his arguably poorly thought out plan of getting close to her alone had been scuppered in seconds. The overall failure of the situation was hinted in his voice as he looked away, "Yeah, this one is sure that we can all be chained near one another."

After laying out another set of fetters, Tzirret looked to Ma'tanza with some worry. He tried to console her to make amends, "Um...at least it won't be for long, right?" He glanced away, not practiced in this sort of talk. "Ma'tanza looks very nervous. Is she going to be okay? What makes her afraid of chains?"

Tzirret felt strange being in this position. He was normally the one who was supposed to be worried. It was true that he was worried, to an extent, but he trusted Gallus and Meesei enough to know they wouldn't be in any danger. Ma'tanza not only lacked that benefit, but the details of this plan sounded like they affected her fears personally.
Alright, goodnight!
"Hmm, I think that's a thought that I can sleep with," Gallus said, his backward-bent head smiling. He took Meesei's cue and laid back down on his own bedroll.



Tzirret was understandably overwhelmed by what La'khay suggested with her actions, but his beast spirit had surprisingly few qualms once he followed along.

Needless to say, his concerns about his energy the next day were justified three times over.



Shifting from an attitude of hiding to careful travel was a relief in some ways for the clan, but worrying in other ways. Everyone could agree that it made for just as much work as the lead up to it.

Simply walking along with friends meant that conversation flowed freely between the growing group of youths that were now associated with the packs. Unfortunately, after a few days, conversation ran dry and a boredom pervaded.

A little less than a week into the journey, Tzirret spent some time awake during the night, debating if he should find La'khay. Each time it came up, then and in future, he managed to talk himself out of it. As he spent more time with Ma'tanza, he found that this became easier. However, he and Ma'tanza still regarded one another as friends. There were a few opportunities where he could have tested the waters with something further, but he did not have the courage to exploit them. It just seemed like too stressful a time with this plan that the council had made.

Arrival at Senchal made for a brief reprieve for many, though it carried with it the anticipation of a tense future. Now was the time that the clan would dress up as a slave caravan. The forefront of the ruse laid with the group striking the deal with the slavers themselves.

Given the high tensions, Gallus' face reacted to Colours with impatience. "Alright, we'll go over this again..." Gallus beckoned the group to huddle, "We have been hired by Fendros' family - the Drixeran family - to source a large number of slaves for an above-market price. Twelve hundred gold a head, no questions asked. Our ships were confiscated by the Imperial Legion, so we need a small fleet to transport our goods around the continent at Morrowind. We'll offer thirty percent of the profit, but we'll haggle to fifty if needed. I will be Gallus Corvus, the second in command. I'll be the negotiator." Gallus glanced to everyone, "Does everyone else remember our roles?"

Fendros nodded. Thankfully his role mostly involved standing around and looking like a Dunmer.



Back at the camp, Tzirret was helping to lay out the shackles with Ma'tanza. They had both packed away all of their possessions, but Tzirret had been given plenty of time get used to Ma'tanza without her wrap.

"Uh, Ma'tanza?" Tzirret said over the clinking of chains, "This one was wondering if you wanted some company when we are chained up." This time, Tzirret had taken the time to think of an excuse beforehand, "You see, there are often spiders on ships. It is going to be cramped and I could maybe help you keep watch?"
Dahaha! You weren't joking about that quota for Tzirret, weren't you?

Also, I think you accidentally made S'nishi a Cathay-raht.
I have to go to work in about fifteen minutes. A timeskip post will probably be a bit large, so a bonus phone post is not guaranteed.
Fendros could pose as the representative of the fake client. Gallus might help as a fast talker as well. Anyone else would just be there as protection.
I'm good to finish these scenes if you like.
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