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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arkhandus" data-source="post: 2486304" data-attributes="member: 13966">(Sorry I haven't posted in several days, been rather busy and tired.  I'll be more active Friday evening, and Saturday.)Fleck, Argus, and Drack wander the city for a while until they find the corner of Dasir'bahi Road and Cazon's Avenue, which takes a few hours to find in the unfamiliar city.  A short distance down Cazon's Avenue from that corner, peering up through the throngs of midday crowds on the street, Fleck sees a hanging sign with the picture of a wagon wheel broken in pieces, under which is some Mulhati script in white paint, probably the name for what few customers of such a workshop may be literate.  The workshop looks to be of middling size, about two stories tall and wide enough to fit a wagon through its big, double doors.  It appears to be fairly old and weathered.Inside, Fleck sees a long, open space with a few wagon wheels hanging along the walls and a small cart near the back, being fitted with new wheels by a pair of workmen.  Another fellow speaks with a customer near the doorway, while a big, gruff-looking Kinrisari man stands at a small counter, writing something.  All the workshop's employees wear work aprons filled with tools and measuring devices, including the man at the counter.  The big guy at the counter hears the entrance of new customers and glances towards Fleck and the two, comparatively giant, men flanking the gnome.  He says a short "Salutations." aimed towards Drack, and gets back to whatever he's writing.  By the way he glances at Fleck and Argus, he seems to think the two are servants of the bigger, swarthier man.</blockquote>

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