The three Hercules stop and look at Jordy first, then Grody.
Araque's face goes red with barely controlled anger, while the Lady's face goes red with embarrassment as she looks away. The girl crosses her arms and looks away as well.
"Opsin was a merchant I had dealings with," Araque said, calmly. "I have recently stopped having dealings with him.
"As for you pretending to be guards, I can arrange that. Calling some Academy students to act as guards is a little much, but considering how we've been beset, it would be understandable. Though, they may not attack, knowing you are here."
When Zivar gives his suggestion, a hungry look comes into Araque's eyes, "Yes, we could certainly use another customer to ship to. Though, I have no way of contacting them now. Still, you could get word to them, and perhaps a new contract could be set up, to the benefit of us all."
"We aren't here about new contracts, Araque," his wife said. "After this is over, perhaps. But no new contracts will help until we've dealt with the problem."
"Yes, you're right," Araque said. "Make your plans, and inform me of what you need. I would prefer you get started by this afternoon. You may stay here and plan, and I will provide lunch."
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Just let me know what you're final plan is, and we'll get started.
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