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Blayde nodded at the Stable hand's response, put the crowns back into his pouch, and walked off with the tent. So far, he had acquired a house and small-time storefront for little more then fifteen crowns. Life as a gypsy had taught him to get the best out of the worst. Fortunately, though the Stable hand did not have the information he had wanted, Blayde was tipped off to the location where more information would be had.
With the tent secured on his shoulders, Blayde maneuvered through the crowd, dodging the myriads of people, as he followed the directions the young man had given him. Before his tent was setup, he would go to the new recruitment center and check on some more information.
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