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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 3:40 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 11:34 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 11:46 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 12:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 12:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 12:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 12:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 2:58 pm
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Nava, The Intrepid Thread Peddler
Tousa took the thread into his hands and moved to set them in his lap, leaning back to pull out a pipe from his saddlebags and bring it to his lips, filling the end with a spiced tobacco and then using magic to spark and light them, smoke beginning to flow from its end. He did not inhale through his mouth, but rather through his nose to avoid taking in the smoke, breathing out through his mouth so as to push what smoke did float into his mouth out every now and again. "Thank you love. Now we won't have to waste either the guards time or our own and then we can enjoy a bed together as well as warm food."
As Nava passed the travelers, she only gave a small dip of her head, and a small motion with her pipe to ensure that she was seen with a pleasant view despite their looks of open doubtfulness. It did not take long for a group of guards to approach from their patrol, looking between the two. "And who might you two be?"
Nava reached into her lap and pulled out the two bundles of thread. "Dear guardsman, we are but simple merchants looking to offload the last of what little goods we have. I am Nava, a merchant from afar, and this is my accomplice." She motioned with her pipe, letting the smoke float over to the guards. "She does not speak, so she has no name. Isn't that right my dear?" Nava only lingered for a moment on her travelling companion, moving the pipe to tap at the guards shoulder, sending up another flare of smoke and sparks. "Now... what can we do for you gentleman of the guard?"
The smell of tobacco was beginning to fade, instead, a silky fragrance was working its way around the group. It was a mixture of various incense that would relax the body and muddle the mind. Even now, Tousa's eyes were beginning to get half-lidded as he talked with his disguise. He was poisoning himself to get past these guards by making them more compliant and gullible.
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