At Night
[color=006d5b]"What way is it?"[/color] Matilda asked.
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"None around here. Anyone in this town that isn't a trader is a transporter. You might have better luck in the capital." the merchant stated, still looking through the notes. Though he wasn't an academic, he still understood the basic ideas of what EMily had written about. Once he had finished reading, he would hand EMily a leather pouch filled with gold and silver coins. "If you can think of anything else in future that might help us, when you've seen more of our world, you can visit merchant's guilds in the other major cities, and speak with the people there. I'll send word to them about you."
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In the Morning
The worker looked at the rowers on one of the barges, getting their opinion on the situation. They shrugged in response, and returned to loading the goods. "Let's say five silver." the worker said, turning back to Yeager.