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"Aight, Zim..." Kaz said, taking a glance into the back of the wagon. He wanted to make sure this guy was a legitimate merchant, and not a peddler of Skooma or other contrabands. He had made that mistake once, and it was not a mistake he was going to repeat.

"I'll hook my horse up," Vordel decided. He rode a dark-brown Colovian Draft Horse, a sturdy creature that was capable of pulling its weight and then some, so he'd be perfect for this task.