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“They
don’t do things like that in Mach Trego” Mac Anu pointed
out, citing the name of the capital city of Darakeene, the largest
city he had ever seen.
“I’m sure they don’t” Naill said, seeming
to loose interest in the conversation, “They are barbarians
Mac. Dressed up and living in a great city they may be, but
they are still barbarians holding to traditions and ways far
outdated. Saving a few gold pieces wouldn’t be a decision
making point.”
They reach the gates and walk their horses up to the guards
posted outside. Not knowing the customs of the city they walked
directly to the guards without being called over.
“What can I do for you?” One says as they approach.
“Just want to know what laws I might break going inside.”
Mac Anu answers in what he hopes is a friendly non-raider way.
“You have any weapons?” The guard asks. His voice
is on the border of boredom. The two people in front of him
have no goods, nor did they have money enough to get a bribe.
“Just a few daggers.” Mac Anu answers, opening
the tails of his leather jacket so that the hilts could be easily
seen, and hiding the two he had up his sleeves in the process.
“I have a dagger and a long sword.” Nail says,
pointing to the hilt of her sword poking out from inside her
bed-roll.
“Daggers are not a problem, anything else you will need
to leave at the gate.” The guard tells them.
“What?” Naill said, “That sword has been…”
“In your family for generations and served well in the
Titan war.” The guard finishes for her, “Yeah, we
have several heroic blades over there in the shack. Just give
the guard there your sword and take a chit so you can claim
it when you leave. And remember which gate you came in from.”
“What if I don’t leave?” Naill said.
