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"Perhaps so..." M'Kama noted. "In fact that should perhaps be done first...it had been a long night. In the morning and the following days we can see to other business...but for now rest is best."

M'Kama and Falcon wouldn't have to look very long to fine a place to stay. First things first, the bee was housed in the stables. Then there eas the srarch for an inn. The Horenor had a few around the city. Normally the common house would be default lodgings for most in the Horenor, and uncomfortable cesspit of a place piled with bodies of those who had money to spend but not enough to stay in some of the fancier establishments.

Luckily, on this visit M'Kama and presumably Falcon had enough coin to rent rooms at Rick's Remedy a name that was a remnant of a previous ruling body of the Horenor...M'Kama could only assume the name was kept because the sign, made of gold and encrusted with gems was simply too expensive to remove.

The next couple days would be busy...the town was still bustling with people and M'Kama was all too happy to rest and heal his wound. When he was ready, he woke up early, ready to head to the bank, waiting outside the inn for Falcon.

***

The large man upon being removed from the mud rapidly clutched at his face, pulling down the burlap sack so he could breathe. Taking in large gulps of air, he wiped water and mud from his eyes. He took a cautious look up at his saviors....a look of bewilderment crossing his face.

They wore clothing of steel...and were heavily armed. Nothing like the Sudeans, however. These people looked more like Skylanders....before he could ponder further, the world went black...and the man sunk into unconsciousness.

***

The woman took a glance at the letter and nodded before reaching over to grab a phone. After a few murmuring back and forth she looked at Price and informed him, "You can take a seat in the lobby. Someone will arrive to escort you to Mister Arubak shortly."