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8/15/2015 3:31:44 AM
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In the square, the messenger finds Rainer, who wordlessly stuffs the bag under a parked Monarchy truck. A few minutes later, as the truck crosses into a local garrison across the square, Rainer clicks in his radio. There is a soft explosion, followed by several more. The soldier walks back to the [i]Coffin.[/i]
[i]You wouldn't happen to have a good inn around here, would you?[/i]
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"Across the street actually. They got a bath, good food, some decent ale as well for a price that [i]might[/i] be worth it. There are some others but I think you are gonna have some trouble getting there." *He points outside, where soldiers are rushing frantically back and forth searching for the perpetrator of the garrison attack*
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Rainer sighs, flops his head into his arms, and weakly orders another drink. [i]I hate this job.[/i]
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*He slides over another, smiling*
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Rainer is soon solidly drunk, and falls asleep at the bar.
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*mouth still full, around bites of food* [i]Ya know, if you need a distraction, I'm your man.[/i]
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"Just carry him across the street to the inn and tell James to charge him in the morning."
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[i]Gotcha[/i] *drags by feet out the door*
