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Rinwell ([personal profile] rinwell) wrote in [community profile] abraxasooc 2021-10-06 05:12 pm (UTC)

Yeah, I suppose that's one way of looking at it.

[ A tone of casual agreement, even as Rinwell doesn't look up from the pages. The authorities she's dealt with certainly had no problems rubbing the noses of their Dahnan slaves in bitter truths, after all.

She flips the book closed and holds it to her chest. There's little to no astral energy to sense about it, even with her senses still dulled from arrival, but buying it feels like a good gut decision anyway. Particularly when all the rest here are just more worn copies of the very dry military manuals she'd found back at the outpost.
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Does it say anywhere how much gald they want for these? Ah, wait, they use pennies or something here, don't they..

[ Rinwell slips her hand into the inner pockets of the short coat she'd been lent; they'd given her a small stipend to use in town, but why they couldn't just use normal money like back home was beyond her. ]

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