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A message was sent to Abraxas and our two ships were soon loaded. Their previous contents were deposited on the docks to be carried into the castle for safe storage.
Tillit patted the top of a large crate and sighed. “Farewell, furs. I had high hopes of selling you for a great many drachmas.”
Darda glared at him. “Quit your melodrama. We will return and you will receive your money for your half-rate furs.”
Tillit stuck out his chest and stood his full short height. “That’s a cruel thing to say to me, my dear Darda. Tillit doesn’t sell half-rate anything.”
Darda scoffed. “I distinctly remember a certain pair of boots that were advertised as being made of the finest and strongest leather that inexplicably fell apart when My Lady walked through a puddle wearing them.”
“That wa
