A portal flashes to life, and from the portal, a red haired woman with a wide brimmed and plumed hat appears, as well as a large man in dark clothing. With them are two carts pulled by mules.

In one cart there is 50 large bags of Grain. In the other cart are stacks of tied lumber.

The carts are directed to a spot off castle Tarkuul. The red haired woman waits with them, as the large individual goes within. He goes to the trademasters office and pins a note to his door*

"Trademaster Draco, these are just a few of the supplies We discussed.. There is more.. but I am told it must be reviewed by the council. I will await a reply. - Storm"

With the note left, the man goes back out and leaves the wagons with two of the living guard, with a word to let Sir Gerald know of the supplies arrival. He takes the red haired woman, and promptly departs.

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Years of Love are forgotten in the hatred of a minute - Edgar Allen Poe

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~Draco Bloodcloak~ In the mind of a tielfing
~Xanhorn Dragonsbane~