"Thank you, Samuel," she said to the guard. The man stared at her, clearly wondering how she knew his name. "Bertram, I presume. Follow me. Eldritch tells me you know your letters and numbers?" Bert nodded, still shocked by the moment. "Good, fill this order for me, then. My eyesight is not what it once was. The locations are all written down, along with the prices you need to haggle for." She tossed him an additional coinpurse, which felt much heavier than his own. "I will see you at the eight for a meal." With that, she turned on her heels and walked in a straight line towards the Clock Tower. The guard looked to Bert and shook his head in confusion. Bert offered the man a smile: he had grown used to dealing with wizards. The key was to accept their ways and offer them the help they asked for. They would pay back the cost a thousand times over. He hefted his pack, tied both coinpurses to his belt, patted his sword and made his way into the city.
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