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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 947541" data-attributes="member: 2885">The TransportersThe monks knocked on Alya’s door. After unlocking it, they went next door and did the same to Fiddle’s cell. And then knocked further down the hall. Alya and Fiddle met Erin for a breakfast of gruel before returning to Eveningstar. Sully, Vlad, and Richter were just having breakfast as the others arrived. Darian returned from morning prayers. Darian taunted Vlad and Richter some with greasy sausage before offering them a cure all for their hangovers. The party settled their bill and hit the road for Arabel.Three days on the road was enough to get the cramps worked out of everyone’s system. Arabel was still not recovered. Alya donated some of her money to the homeless. Darian took everyone in search of the Seven Seas Trading Coster. The clerk inside was very busy.“What can I do for you?” he said when he looked up from his desk full of papers.“We have some bad news,” Darian started. “Is someone from the family available?”“Nah,” the clerk replied. “The two younger members haven’t been by in some time. The rest of the family is in Suzail. You can tell me the news I’ll relay it to them.”Darian handed over the signet ring and the young master’s ashes. He also explained that the party had some of the items from the failed caravan. He further asked if he could include a note with any caravans heading to Suzail.“Did the young master own a medallion?” Fiddle asked. Fiddle waved the piece.“No, not that I ever saw,” the clerk answered.Fiddle smiled and ducked behind Richter. The clerk continued to chat away. He was a busy man. And though he was grateful for the news and the party’s help needed to get back to his work.“Perhaps, we can help,” Erin offered. “Do you have any caravans heading to Tilverton?”“Why, yes,  I do,” the clerk perked up. “Do you have any experience?”"What's the cargo?" Fiddle asked."Rule number 1," the clerk responded.The party haggled some. The clerk needed some horses and some guards. He also wished to avoid paying any bandit tolls or tax tolls for that matter at Castle Crag. The party agreed to rent their steeds and hitch a ride to Tilverton. They would also provide some protection. Five wagons in all plus 5 teamsters would accompany the party. The wagons were not to be disturbed. That peaked everyone's curiosity.</blockquote>

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