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Varetine den'Atoni	Jun 10 2008, 02:31 PM
Advanced Member Posts: 202 Group: Co-Admin Member #7 Joined: June 7, 2008	It was just as full as the markets in the level below, but maybe a little more with all the ships docking and the cargo and packages being taken off board, you had to watch where you stepped. Worse even were the boxes of live animals and such. Some off those things could take off your leg if they managed to get an arm through the ill built boxes. Maneuvering about required a tiptoe sort of walk, weaving about through the boxes and bulky people carrying about crates on trolley's and their shoulders. the lifts were a maze away, and seemed father away every moment. So how in the world did she get in the middle of a square of boxes? But there it was, across a couple of crates, a pretty much open route to the lifts. Climbing over the crate in front of her, trying to avoid locking eyes with the trader calling at her from the podium across the way, she clasped her record book to her side and sprinted over to the lift. The door was stuck for a moment, but when it finally opened she jumped in and closed the door. The large array of buttons was right next to her but the number of her dock pretty much eluded her, she should probably know that before heading to the right level. She had a slip of paper in her pockets somewhere. She'd neglected to make a note of it in her book. One of her clients, an R.T. Hoxter, had let her know to inspect one of his shipments which was coming in soon, at dock- uhh, gosh. Where did she put that slip of paper. Not her back pockets, those were empty except for a bit of pocket lint and coupon to one of the taverns in the city. Coat pocket was pretty barren. And her front pockets were non-existent in this strange pair of pants she'd bought. It was up in the 84^th level though, and that was only a few flights on the lifts more, hopefully not everyone on that level would be selling willflits and sluths. That would be pretty bad. The lift itself was pretty unnerving, she didn't like knowing that her feet weren't making contact with really thick flooring. So while watching the levels pass by she tried, she tried vainly to remember the scrawl on that slip of paper that was handed to her. The lift shook bruskly, and emitted a squeak as it stopped. The door flew open, and Varetine made her way into another similar level of the, only this level had far fewer boxes and crates."It'll be easier to find my supplier," she told herself reassuringly. Some of the ships were massive and pretty grand, but she didn't worry much about her client and his finances though. Course, walking around just a little bit it didn't look like any of these ships were carrying her cargo.


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