She couldn't stop sobbing. Her husband was away and the brigands wouldnt leave her alone. Britain would go hungry if the attacks continued on the very farms which fed the capital. She sobbed some more and her head sank on to the table... In the heart of Britain a young orphan begged for food. It was beginning to run short and it was always the most vulnerable who suffered first... |
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7 Days Ago... Chiktaki read the note obviously aimed for Goji and wrinkled his nose, his whiskers twitching in agitation. He gathered together his workers, and barked out shrill orders. All work was to stop and the crude workshop was dismantled. Chiktaki cursed the machines with a raised fist and left them to their own devices... |
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Lord Herbert Luxford patted his son on the shoulder. "Good job Harry, you did well."
"Thanks father," Harry replied, "but why did you have us steal musical instruments?"
Herbert smiled. "Harry my boy; value isn't just found in gold. Those instruments you stole were crafted by the best musicians in the Realm. They are priceless."
"So how much are they worth?" Harry asked.
"To Joe the Carpenter from around the corner, not so much. But Gerald, the owner of the Nujel'm Theatre, will pay a nice sum for them. And to us, my son, they are worth a nice sum plus the continued support of an influential member in the council." Herbert grinned. "So you see, they are priceless!"
Harry nodded.
"Now go find some mercenaries for our next mission, " said Herbert.
Harry looked surprised. "So soon?"
"Trade waits for no man my son..." |
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