Setting
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He stepped back onto the boarding ramp, sifting through his satchel simultaneously. "I know I have it here, somewhere," he grumbled under his breath, brushing aside small books, sheets of paper, a few fetishes and an old, faded strip of painted cloth. He furrowed his brow at this last one, "Now, what were you?" He wondered, coming close to losing track of his thoughts momentarily. He shook his head, returning to the matter at hand, and continued digging. Seconds later he smiled, "Ah! There we are." He grasped three sacks of coin between his fingers and lifted them out, holding them for the captain to procure. "This should, I believe, suffice," he said with a smile.
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