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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ciaran" data-source="post: 525990" data-attributes="member: 756">Pocketing the guilder, Oskarn rides on down the road.  "Perhaps he was not, in fact, responsible for the assassination," he muses after a few minutes.  "From his reaction, he may well be the girl's lover or suitor; doubtless she had many.  But his instructions to his lackey bore an ominous cast.  It would do little harm to pass this information along to the Burgermeister, and he may well pay for it.  And," he adds archly, "it would do little good to travel all that way to fetch the antidote, only to return to find the girl dead at an assassin's hand.  But I have been observed, and returning will alert the observers.  And Bloombald will be observed most of all..."After a moment's thought, Oskarn hatches a cunning plan.  After finding a secluded spot off the road, he strips off his most ostentatious garb and stuffs it into his saddlebags, then dons his oldest traveling cloak after smearing it (and the horse) with dirt.  Traveling off the road, he gathers several armfuls of dry sticks and ties them into bundles that he loads onto his horse.  Then, cutting around to the town's south gate, he leads the horse into town, covering his face with the cloak's hood and feigning a twisted back and a limp.  "Firewood for sale!" he wheezes, coughing upon anyone who comes too close.  Once in town, he makes his way via a circtuitous route to Modric's shop, where he hopes to encounter the old physic.</blockquote>

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