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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MacConnell" data-source="post: 9747207" data-attributes="member: 6855223">Normally following with one adult or another in their lives since they had been physically capable, Jalakaag and Whiron had never really known anything but labor. Of an age to want a separate identity from one’s parents, they needed to make their own way to the pavilion, if they were ever to receive any coin or credit for themselves.The rather large pavilion of cane with thatch roofing had been constructed on a reinforced rise of land nearest the actual flow of the river. An official clerk records the labors of each person and pays coin when appropriate. The coins and the clerk are guarded by four swordsmen. Attempting to steal the ceramic coins would prove to be quickly fatal.All adolescents were a little unsure of exactly what to do or say, even though it had been done and said by others with them thousands of times. The clerk was a female Ansylin. She had doffed her hooded cloak since it was no longer needed to protect her from the Daylight while she was standing under the pavilion. She almost smiled and motioned for the two boy as they neared. A smile was something almost never seen in the Flats.</blockquote>