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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ajanders" data-source="post: 3830292" data-attributes="member: 3271">*CLANG-CLANG**CLANG_CLANG*"Night Mail for First Tower! Have your tickets ready for the guard!  BOOAARD!!"The inside passengers board first: Rethlin, then two dwarven brothers wearing House Cannith livery and sour expressions -- evidently they don't like business travel.A scholarly looking bard and monk follow along, then another clerky-looking fellow climbs in until the guard pulls him back out."You're a top-ticket...let the inside passengers in!""But there's one seat vacant..." the clerk whines."Top tickets! BOOOAART!"Bharag climbs up, then Zook.  Then the guard bodily heaves the clerk up after you."And stay up there!"Lackeys load the boot with luggage -- you are requested to place your packs and weapons in the boot, especially if you're traveling inside. The mail coach isn't too much larger than a skycab and spending six or so hours with someone else's mace in your face is very uncomfortable.The guard and driver confer about who they're missing. The lackeys are straining to fit in the last large footlocker."Wait!  Please wait!!"The veiled woman Veyk saw before is running nimbly towards the mail coach, waving a ticket."So sorry!"She thrusts the ticket in the guard's face and goes up to the top by jumping from the wheel.Halfway over the edge she stops and does a double-take."It's the young master from the library! Good evening!"Zook, you recognize her as the woman who was shelving books: you can see the outlines of her skull tattoo through her veil.It occurs to Veyk that this person has never seen Bharag.</blockquote>

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