Several illegible notes are placed slapdash around Fort Prae, their indecipherable hen scratch having been crossed out and re-written by a steadier hand.
"Lookin' for one of them new-fangled water pumps. Old one's gettin' a might worn and the crops are as thirsty as ever. A couple hoses really, if anyone's got em' layin' round. Bit shy on silver, mind. But I can barter in stuff what pretty much sells itself. Tumeric. Garlic. Lumber. Odd else here an' there.
Find me at the Dogsbody, or near enough to it."
Find me at the Dogsbody, or near enough to it."
- Dictated, not read. Milton Fields