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 The food arrayed in the stall is fresh and in much better condition than the frugal rations you were given by the Kalboreans. Searching through your pack you find your money pouch and consider what you can afford. There is both food here and small bottles of beer for sale, something that can used as an alternative if the water you find on your travels proves undrinkable. (It will cost you 1 silver coin for each meal you purchase and 2 rials for each bottle. A bottle of beer will replace 2 endurance points when drunk and you can carry a maximum of 2 as a part of your carry load. Remember that you cannot have more than 6 rations in your pack at any one time. Record what you obtain on your status sheet.) Well pleased with the new supplies you are securing them in your pack when a large hand grabs you by the shoulder, and pushes you forward into the dirt of the square.
"Oi! Don't you know stone-eaters aren't allowed to carry weapons?"
You turn quickly and find yourself confronted by a uniformed Kalborean with a group of similarly attired thugs behind him. For a second you consider teaching the Kalborean some manners, but he has too many of his colleagues behind him to make it a satisfying experience. Instead you search for the Prefect's letter.
"With all respect Sir," You try to be as submissive as possible without looking like an easy target for a beating. "I am in the service of a Prefect of the LoreMages' Guild. My journey requires I carry this weapon, and I have with me a written permission to do so".
The guard does not seem impressed. "I couldn't give a toss about what you've got, and sod your Prefect. No stone-eater carries a weapon in this town. Hand it over now!"
So much for the letter. There are too many guards to fight and you do not feel disposed to hand over your weapon. Punching out with your right arm you strike the guard leader heavily between the eyes. With a look of complete surprise he falls backwards into his pack of thugs, who desperately try to avoid being crushed under him. In the confusion that follows you make your escape. Leaping upon the back of Pallenten, you dig your heels into its side but the horse needs no encouragement. With a lunge of strength she bursts through the milling crowd and races for the south gates at the other end of the town.
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