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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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Feel free to skip ahead to any point. Fendros will probably lay out a plan to follow Kaleeth and Sabine to whatever the meeting point is. If they have the coin, Colours might be able to come along as well. Fendros'll want to be cautious about people spying on Kaleeth and Sabine on the leadup to make sure that their plan isn't revealed.
The agreement seemed almost too easy. Sure, the fare was expensive, but there was hardly any details, negotiation, or complication. Sabine was at a loss.

"Um...thank you," she managed. "I will try to gather the gold. Thank you."

Sabine began to turn around, keeping her eyes on the Viper. She was already pacing away when she turned fully, making sure that Kaleeth was still nearby. She made it about halfway to the door before she stopped in her tracks. Her head slowly turned to the stalls and she pursed her lips.

"I do not want to wait here, but we have to get Colours," Sabine said to Kaleeth without looking at her. "How should...?"
Sabine took a shuddering breath in. It was a lot of money for anything, let alone an investigation such as the one they were on. She took solace in her nervousness adding to their act, but Sabine quickly remembered to be direct before stalling too much.

"Okay. Five hundred gold per person." She nodded. "Where should we go to pay you? Here, or...?"
The directness reflected back at Sabine should have been encouraging. Her heart was beating so fast that she hardly noticed. It had struck Sabine halfway through the Viper's reply that he might not ask the nature of her flight. Thankfully, that proved to be untrue.

Sabine shot her eyes up to Kaleeth. She supposed she would be talking after all.

Sabine returned her eyes to the Viper. "Religion," she said quickly. "I need to go soon. Within the next few days."
Sabine took one last look at the curtain of Colours' stall and exhaled. "Okay," she breathed in and built her resolve.

With Kaleeth close, Sabine approached the dark haired Imperial and spoke, starting quietly and building into a clear tone. "Excuse me. Are you the Viper? Can you get me to Daggerfall without attention?"

Sabine frowned. She hoped that speaking as quickly as she did would not be too direct, despite Nargrak's advice.
After Nargrak confirmed the man Kaleeth saw, Sabine crawled over to peek as well. She was surprised that they would have as much luck finding him tonight as they did.

Sabine shuffled back from the curtain and stood up to her knees. She looked to Nargrak with a reluctant smile. "We should go then. Thank you for your help, Nargrak. It means a lot." She then looked up at Kaleeth and nodded, before standing, waving farewell, and slipping around the curtain with Kaleeth.

They did not approach the Viper immediately. Sabine reached her hand around the edge of the curtain in Colour's stall and knocked twice. "He is here, Colours," Sabine said as loudly as she could without attracting attention.

Whether Colours was in a position to emerge or not, Sabine did not look to be in any rush to approach the Viper. She gave Kaleeth a glance and asked. "Did you want to try talking to him?"
Sabine was comfortable enough to keep sharing. "We know that he is an Imperial with a Colovian accent. We have not met him." Sabine bit her lower lip. "We need his help to get out of the city and...go elsewhere."

As much as she didn't want to put on an act, Sabine and Kaleeth still had a cover story to keep up.
"It is complicated," Sabine said. She opened her mouth and closed it. No doubt that Colours was taking the opportunity he had, there was no need to mention it. "We can...pay you a some more for a while if we run out of time."

Sabine wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but this Nargrak appeared knowledgeable enough to get information from. She took a breath and decided to try. It wasn't as if there was much else to talk about right now. "It sounds like you know a lot about the people here. How..." Sabine stopped and figured that they would meet him in Nargrak's view anyway. "...Do you know anything about the Viper?"
Sabine gave a small nod to confirm that she was going to use a spell. She looked at the floor rather than make eye contact, but that was more to do with the guilt she felt for slighting the woman rather than the nudity. She was kinder than Sabine had expected. Though, Sabine's mouth did twitch at the irony of the prostitute having less conversations without clothing than Sabine had.

After hesitating for a nervous hum, Sabine looked at the woman. "That is good. I did not mean to offend you." Sabine paused again. She did not know how else to proceed. Kaleeth was watching, so she defaulted to the basics. "What is your name? I am Sabine," she put a hand to her own chest and then glanced at Kaleeth. "This is Kaleeth-rei."
Huh. Flurry was always something I associated with snow. Oh well! I'm glad we came to an answer.

Holy hell, I just looked that up to make sure...

Noun
flurry (plural flurries)
1. A light, brief snowfall.
2. A sudden and brief blast or gust; a light, temporary breeze.

a flurry of wind

3. A shower of dust, leaves etc. brought on by a sudden gust of wind.
4. Any sudden activity; a stir.  [quotations ▼]

The day before the wedding was a flurry of preparations.‎

5. A snack consisting of soft ice cream mixed with small pieces of fruit, cookie crumbs, etc.
6. The violent spasms of a dying whale.
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