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11/18/2013

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The men saw Gonath approach and lowered their voices, however, not enough to conceal what they spoke.

            “Don’t consider this an act of murder.  Consider what we do as merely a business transaction”, explained one of the men.

            “A business transaction?  Good lord man, how so?” questioned another.

            “Simple.  She has what we want.  We make a proper offer.  In this case it's what she holds or her life.  Of course, she may counter the offer…"

"Yes, yes and being the shrewd “businessmen” we are, we can't take no for an answer."

"That's right.  She may still refuse and even better if she does.  No smart trading man will ever disagree that good business should always benefit both parties.  However, who said there was any good in our business?”

            A third man spoke, “How do you know she still has the token?  And by what means do you have to find her?  You are aware that this town is full of people, not to mention that soldiers are patrolling everywhere.”

            “I followed her here myself.  That ragged cloak she wears is unmistakable.  I know she is in this town and I mean to find her by looking.  I assume you will assist me.  The town is small, so we will find her and that damned coin.”

            Hearing more than he wanted, Gonath feigned an interest in the items on display and hurriedly put distance between the men and himself.  He tried not to look any different than when he first stumbled upon the trio’s plot.

            Judging he was well away from the men, Gonath reached into his pocket and fumbled for the gold piece the old woman dropped.
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Gonath - Page 12

11/11/2013

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By horse Gonath could travel the distance between the village and his home in just a few hours.  On foot it would take much longer and therefore he would not reach the end of his trip until well after nightfall.

            Realizing the length of the walk, Gonath considered staying the night in a room at Loose Plug Inn.  But the thought of the awful teasing he would receive from Alasdair for being, as the old woman described, “a fool”.  Gonath headed for home after deciding that the walk would be less painful.  Less painful than admitting to the old Thol he had been taken advantage of.

            Though the day was coming to an end and most of the festivities were drawing down to nightfall, there was still a good number of tourists and their children milling around and taking advantage of the few hours of light left.

            *** rewrite entire paragraph?*** Depending on what Gonath happened to walk by seemed to determine the topic of conversation.  He passed a local jeweler and heard a particular piece of jade was “stolen, right from the hand of an Empress”.  Next he heard children with purple stained lips begging their parents to buy “just one more cup" of Legionberry juice.  Smiling at that, he continued on through the town listening to the same stories repeated from one tent to the next.  The only changes were the differing people that he came across with every few steps.

            Not hearing anything interesting, Gonath began to tune out the voices that surrounded him.  As he continued on, he approached a tent with various weapons on display.  He was unimpressed by the collection of rusted daggers, marred swords and refurbished crossbows and did not stop until he heard the voice of one of the men near the tent.  It wasn’t the voice that halted him, but what the voice said.  He moved closer and pretended to look through the weaponry for sale so that he could hear more clearly.

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