Yikkin is Bad at Titles

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Monteport, Drachurst. A moderately warm, overall pleasant day. The streets aren't particularly packed, and the two women running down them in ill-fitting, mismatched clothes are particularly glad for this fact. The taller of the two pulls on the smaller's hand. "I think this's a shop, maybe we can get lost inside..." She mutters to herself as the pair burst through the doors of the Linebeck Trading store.

She seems surprised at this, as does her companion. "Thank you." She seems to shiver despite the warmth of the evening. "I've never met any pirates, but if they're as cruel as my people, they can go straight to Hell."

"Compared to our place back there and the hold of a ship, this is a fine place to stay." The blonde declares.

A few days pass, with the two girls not doing much more than sleeping curled up together on the floor for most of it. They, however, seem perfectly content with this.

One night Linebeck heads back down to the basement. This time with a hooded man. "You can take the hood off you know, not like anyone's going to see you down here." "Fair enough, I shouldn't be rude." Zerdark removes his hood.

The two women wake up at the approaching footsteps and sit up. They seem panicked for a moment before looking around and appearing to calm down.

"Girls? This is the friend I was talking about. You can take it from here, I'll use the chance to take inventory on a few things." "Right. Under normal circumstances I'd introduce myself, but you don't need to know who I am. I'm simply what you would call a 'runner' for the group I represent. Linebeck is one of our informants, I check in every week or so. Now moving former slaves isn't the usual thing we do, but my bosses oppose slavery and make it a point to help out where they can. We have people moved around discretely all the time, comes with the territory. Change identities, disguises, even have a guy that can change your face if you want to go through with that. This isn't much different from standard procedure."

"We don't really have identities to change. People like us weren't 'napped into our circumstances, we were born to it. But... If you know somebody who could maybe make her scars less noticeable and take care of this..." She turns and lifts her shirt, reavling an identification number of sorts branded into the skin of her lower back.

She nods. A few seconds of silence. "Is... Is there anything that can be done for her tongue?"

"Tongue? I probably shouldn't ask...you'll have to ask our medical guy when you see him.  He'll take a look at you before the other things you wanted taken care of. Speaking of which, we should probably prepare you for transport. Linebeck, you're still on board with the plan right?" "Hm? Oh, yes, my part in this. I make frequent trips to the Capital you know. A good opportunity to sell my wares to the nobility. If you don't mind a bumpy ride, I could smuggle you into the city in a crate. Everyone knows who I am, no one looks twice at my wagon. I also hire a number of mercenaries to keep the journey safe for us, so no one should bother us. And if they do, well...we let them do their jobs, eh?" "I was given these cards from my superior. Take one. When you get to the city, find a man called Miror B. He's an ally. You can find him at his dance club. Trust me, you'll know it when you see it. When you meet him, show him the card. He'll know what it means." Zerdark gives the girl a gray card with a unique symbol on it.

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She nods and tucks the card away.

"No."

"Alright. For now just listen to Linebeck until you get to the city, then find Miror B. He'll be the man with the large white and red afro. You can't possibly miss him. Now I should be leaving. Linebeck, I'll see myself out. Have a good evening." Zerdark heads up the stairs and turns invisible, leaving through a window so as not to arouse suspicion.