I Will Do Anything for Coin
Log Info
- Title: I Will Do Anything for Coin
- Emitter: Cryosanthia
- Characters: Cryosanthia, Aya, Merek, Randolf, Pelka
- Place: A07: Lower Alexandria Market District
- Time: Saturday, September 05, 2020, 12:33 PM
- Summary: Cryosanthia is in the Market District, returning things that Little Fang shop-lifted when she the sith'makar's attention was elsewhere. She encounters Aya, and asks the shadow elf for assistance. Finding a table and some privacy, Cryo explains that Little Fang's parents were either killed or taken as slaves, that she'd like to know if they still live, and if this is something Aya could find out for her. Merek arrives, as does Randolf, and the conversation is quickly switched to how adventurers will do anything for coin. Randolf protests he has some standards, while Merek shows off his new rod. Contracts on Kobolds are discussed. Pelka lands, and Cryo calls him over, sharing news about Vidor Hawfslur, and Pelka details where he managed to follow the druid and his last known location. It's enough for Merek and Cryo to make a map, which Pelka copies, and Cryo promises she'll get it to people who will organize an expedition. Merek laments he usually isn't hired for these sorts of things, so Cryo explains Vidor is almost as powerful as the Seer, based on his Elemental Form, and that he has friends. Everyone has things to do and departs, and Cryo returns to returning knick-knacks.
-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A07: Lower Alexandria Market District *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-
Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.
For all its commerce, visitors are advised to keep hold of their purses. Even the merchants possess a certain, cunning look. Most are positioned at carts or stalls as opposed to a formal storefront, with trade here being mobile, and visiting from all parts of the world.
Though the quality of goods suffers here compared to Upper Alexandria, the options are more diverse. Too, the oversight of the Watch is slightly less, and during times events are held at the Arena, chaos abounds. After dark, the square becomes a hangout for bards and other entrepreneurs whose business is best conducted by night; the shadows at the edges of the square often contain furtive figures engaging in their own brand of business.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Cryosanthia 6'9" 291 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman. Aya 4'7" 105 Lb Shadow Elf Female Mul'niessa. Braided hair. Simple clothing. Merek 5'10" 215 Lb Human Male A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes. Randolf 4'10" 280 Lb Mountain Dwarf Male A burly, well-dressed Khazad in wizardly robes. Pelka 5'8" 140 Lb Eaglefolk Male Egalrin artificer, SKREE! -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
"Once again, this one is most sorry. She is young, she is still learning the difference between what is hers and what is not. Our apologies!" A whitescale sith-makar woman calls back into a shop as she departs across the threshold. She lets the door swing shut, jingling as it goes, and maneuving around an incoming patron. She takes a few steps into the street, away from anyone in particular.
Then she starts the lecture over her shoulder, "Little Fang. Those were not yours. You can't grab off shelves, it upsets people." <draconic>
"Mine! Want!" The carnation coloured kobold youngling peeps back, then looks sly. Those good at reading lizard folk would recognize a certain calculating thought pattern, though it would require long experience or perhaps a good sense of smell. Little Fang says, "Because parents dead!" <draconic>
"Lily!" Cryo hisses, snorting, "You did not just trade your parents for things. Stuff does not replace people. Things don't make you feel better. Suffering does not mean you can make other people miserable, taking things is bad." <draconic>
Lily stares at Cryo, lizard to lizard.
Cryo repeats, "This one will not steal, and this one misses her parents." <draconic>
"This one will not steal," the little pink kobold youngling finally says, and her voice crackles. She seems legitimately distraught, "This one misses her parents." <draconic>
And now Cryo feels terrible for forcing the lesson that way. Clutch-Mothering is hard.
Aya recently emerged from another shop, the familiar voice and not-quite-familiar, yet audible, lecture draws her notice. She could only imagine the trials and tribulations of parental nurturing. She -could- ... though it's not an exercise that she's ever invested much any time or effort into.
It may be little surprise to Cryosanthia that she abruptly joins them, and from the flank, brow already arched. "Enjoying a pleasant day out upon the city with the family, are we?"
"Aya!" Cryosanthia says, not flinching at all at the Mul'niessa's hail, or when she joins. If anything, she seems relieved? Her posture relaxes, her scents are strong today, very lizardly, though the particular stink now is one of social eagerness, meeting a friend, layered on top of the social disgrace from dealing with the shop.
"Aaa-aaa!" Little Fang scents and copies her foster mother's cues. She reaches out tiny claw hands towards Aya and then smacks them together, as if she's popping the toy Mikilos made for her. Squishing Aya's head at a distance and laughing.
"In a manner, we are." Cryo says, exhaling strongly, her head casting around as she looks for a somewhat discrete spot in the marketplace. With seats and a table, of course. "Do you have time to share ... Tea, and words?"
Aya looks to the wee one and the wee-little mul-rending claws. It would be no surprise to her that it is a reflex; an urge deeply embedded in racial memory. Still, the corners of her mouth lift upwards in a slight smile. It wants to murder me, how adorable!
"I'm not especially fond of tea, but I can share words." There is a brief pause before her other brow lifts. "Dare I ask what is on your mind? Aside from possible dreams of leashes or naps?"
"This one is not too fond of Tea either, but a drink is customary. Perhaps lemon-water instead." Cryo says, leading towards an establishment. She picks a table at the edge, and expertly hooks a tall chair with her tail. A tail that curls like a whip and pulls it into place, an elaborate hip-check routine she picked up as a server. She lifts Little Fang and her carrier seat out of her haversack and arranges her.
Another spin and she's drawn a chair over for Aya, which she nudges into position with her hands. A wave at a server and an order delivered in the secret wait-staff sign language, and then she finds a stool and settles herself.
"A nap yes, a leash, this one would not... lest it train her to like them." The sith seems happy and energetic, as far as one can tell of a reptile. Her eyes are bright and glittering, and she moves. The atmosphere around her is only slightly cooler, also a good sign. "This one must apologize again for my prejudice. My experiences in Charnath, and Sunblade Dvarshan's warnings as well as those from others I care about, suggest I should not trust. Yet you have always been up front, I cannot marry the disparate facts. If you have been biding time and fooling me... well, you've won. I need your help. This one will be in your pocket now."
Aya takes a seat (out of wee claw reach) as she listens. "The leash was in jest, of course. Despite what others may state, I am not a proponent of enslaving your entire people; nor any other, for that matter."
Her curiosity is piqued anew. "What aid do you seek? The Sunblade's opinions of me are known. He has always been quite vocal in that regard, though I would view him as biased. Obviously, my view of that can't be unbiased, either."
Cryo takes the ball-butterfly out of her haversack. Her hands transform into wicked claws. Large and deadly, like a handful of knives. She holds them in front of Lily, back of her hand facing the kobold girl, and she rolls the butterfly between her claws. She rotates the toy between each of her bladed fingers, the edge touching yet no popping the toy until it has migrated between each, around her little finger and back up to forefinger and thump. As she brings the last loop, it pops in a shower of sparkling confetti. "Well I need a little more practice, but like that Lily."
Her hands return to normal and she nudges the butterfly towards Little Fang, who claps her hands and pops it while crying "Aaa-aaa" Again.
The murdering instinct is strong in this one. Also, perhaps it should not be so rewarding for failing to touch it gently. Cryo leaves Lily to play with this, and also sets a glass and a bun in front of her to provide additional occupation.
Once done, she faces Aya, her nose dipped. She shakes and becomes somewhat formal in the slope of her back. Her tail curls in. She pauses, nods, then carefully responds. "This one must listen to her elders, but this one must also say what is necessary. I am sorry. I will advocate how I can. What I need is..."
She looks at her small pink foundling, "Lily, Little Fang, I'm sure it's obvious to you. She's not mine and she's a kobold. Kobolds are not unwelcome in Mictlan, but they are not welcomed either. Our younglings and theirs do not mix well, too many instincts about territory, the kobolds resent that they never grow to great size. The other Nest-Mothers, Clutch-Mothers and Egg-Watchers will not refuse help, but have made it clear they consider her my project."
The pitcher of lemon-water arrives, a few scones and some bacon strips. Cryosanthia pours herself a glass and her fingertips frost it. She looks directly at Aya, "This one has heard you have contacts. Little Fang saw her parents struck down, unmoving. I need to know if they were taken as slaves or skinned and tailed for bounty. Is this a thing you can find out for me?"
Aya nods politely to the deliverer of items, and waits for Cyrosanthia to arrange and pour as she listens. Once the sith has a glass, Aya pours herself one. A brief moment of deliberation follows before she also claims a piece of bacon; perhaps before the little one decides to devour it all. Who had met a bacon they didn't like?
A sip of citrus water and then she nods, "I can investigate the matter. Someone may have witnessed or heard tell of the events. Should I presume that Charneth were believed involved?" She may dare presume that there is a reason Cryosanthia is asking her over another.
"I... no. Don't presume that. I asked you because... I thought you might know." Cryo's scents shift to something more like the shame from earlier, and she turns her head. With one eye she can still see Aya, but the implication is clear, she's given another insult and she knows it. "The one who brought her to me suggested adventurers, hired by the Explorer's guild. There are enough nest-slaying contracts it could have been."
The white sith exhales, faces Aya directly again, "That it was slavers is the hope. That I could do something."
Lily, who doesn't appear to understand Tradespeak, continues to play with her exploding ball-butterfly.
Merek takes the time in the morning to put on his dark attire, from the cargo pants along to the cargo shirt, the beltcape about the waist shifting along while he walks. There is a magic rod upon the man's hip, looks new with the shimmering swirls within the crystal on it, then he comes upon Cryosanthia and Aya, looking thoughtful, "Adventurers?"
Randolf comes ambling along the way, whistling a cheerful tune as he goes. Glancing this way and that, hands clasped behind his back as he looks over the various stalls and carts. He pauses at one cart, leaning in to look over various tobacco blends with a critical eye. He takes a pinch of one blend, lifting it to his nose to inhale the fragrance. "Oh, aye, tha's a fine blend there. I'll take a pouch," he says to the merchant with a smile. He digs a couple coins out of his belt pouch to pay for his purchase, accepting the fat pouch of tobacco with a nod. Turning his steps towards the cafe, he goes to plump down at one of the tables. A couple of the faces he recognizes, and he lifts a hand over his head to wave. "Top o' the day to ye!" he booms cheerfully.
Aya nods to Cryosanthia, not appearing to harbor any spite in her presumption regardless that it was proven false. She delays a verbal reply when Merek greets them with an inquiry. Another nod, now to the man. "Yes. They seem to be prevalent in this city, do they not? They appear out of every crack and crevice and multiply virulently, like vermin." One corner of her mouth lifts with the statement.
"Yes Merek, adventurers. People who will do anything for coin? We used to be them?" Cryosanthia abruptly answers the man as he approaches. Her muscles go tight and she sits taller, before she forces a relaxation through herself..
Little Fang, the small pink youngling lizard in a booster seat stares at Cryo, then claps her hands in a head-squishing way towards Merek, laughing and calling out, "Aaa-aaa."
The white sith'makar hears Randolf's hail and looks over. She recognizes him from her performance a couple weeks ago, "Ah!" She waves wildly, "Peace and Hello."
Then her focus returns to Aya, slit pupils in sapphire eyes stare down her long, scaley snout. Her voice is conspiratorially low, "That's all I know." She seems content to let the private matter drop as well, echoing the Mul'niessa's last words much louder. "Like vermin."
She does not look at Little Fang, at all.
Merek looks then to Little Fang, and nods a bit to Cryosanthia, "I think I should make an instrument for Little Fang," he mentions, while he smiles. Then he looks to Aya and Randolf, nodding with a wave, then it's back to the Makar, "Well, I can look into it, perhaps. If you need any assistance. I'll look into taking a few of the posts down in the Adventurer's Guild with a little bit of work."
Randolf orders himself a mug of chilled mead, settling his hefty bulk back in his seat with a smile. "Nice te see ye again, Miss Cryo," he says as he digs his pipe out of his breast pocket. He works in filling the bowl from his newly bought pouch of tobacco, glancing back and forth between Merek and Cryo. "Och, I wouldne say I'd do -anything- fer coin," he says. "I like te think I have -some- standards, eh?" Pelka glides down to land on a nearby rooftop. He's momentarily out of sight of those on the street although the sounds indicate it was something of an ungraceful landing with skidding and sliding to a stop. Possibly dislodging of somthing meant to remain attached to the rooftop. But a moment later the Egalrin appears at the edge if the building. Then he steps off of it, wings spread to slow his descent to a float rather than a fall. When he touches down on the street level it is graceful, and his wings fold down and tuck in behind him so that he doesn't take up that much more space than an unwinged being.
"If you have some sway Merek, that would be good. Someone seems determined to take out all the nests, and at least one is from the City. Theirs regarding kobolds with dragonspitters, two squads have been sent out to deal with them, only the first returned." Cryosanthia says. After this she busies herself with the little carnation scaled lizard. She moves the plate of bacon closer, which immediately becomes more interesting than her exploding butterfly. Cryo retrieves that toy, nodding to the seer, "Another toy for her would be lovely Merek. Not drums. This one does drums and giving a set to a youngling is not a kindness to the parents."
Lily snaps up the bacon and chews it with her mouth open. Well, chomps to be precise. Many crispy bits go flying. She swallows some.
"Ah, this one mischaracterizes by saying all do. You are correct. Some have standards, but we still often get painted in the same brush as those who don't." Even if it was the sith doing jus that, the painting, just now. She pours herself another glass of water, because, well she's already smelling strongly.
"Pelka!" Cryo calls out, waving and welcoming another distraction, "This one knows things you must."
"Harmonica," Merek muses then to Cryo, while he offers a smile, then he nods a bit, "I don't know about sway, but I'm sure that I'll be able to manage, I'm good at relocating people," he muses, then he shifts attention to Pelka, and nods a bit. A look then to Randolf, "You doing well?" he asks, then he chuckles with a look to Aya, "It's been a while, you been doing alright as well?" The man takes a moment to cross his arms, "My magic rod finally was finished."
Pelka nods and waves at folks as they make eye contact. By now and old wing at dropping (literally) into groups of adventurers and sorting out the various streams of conversation going on, he manages to greet everyone he sees as unobtrusively as possible. As certain words are spoken, he glances at speakers. 'Nest' and 'magic' and possibly a few others. Talk of adventurers and their standards, or lack of standards, doesn't seem to capture the same attention. Then Pelka freezes and looks at Cryo when she mentions him by name. "Yes?" he says in a rapid and high-pitched voice. He practically chirps. Then he emits an odd throat-clearing sound. "Ah, yes?" His voice is calmer and...deeper this time. "Things I must know?"
Randolf tucks his pipe in the side of his mouth and cups the bowl with his hand. His whiskers twitch as he mutters a quiet incantation, inspiring a spark of flame to dance around his fingertips. His whiskers twitch as he pulls the flame into the bowl, puffing steadily to get a warm glow kindled. Once that's done, he banishes the spark with a snap of his wrist, puffing a billow of sweet vanilla-honey pipe smoke into the air. "Aye, I'm well, I'll warrant," he says to Merek with a smile. "Studies are goin' well. But if there's any goodin' need done, I'm happy te lend me spells. I like te fancy meself a right proper do-gooder." He puffs his burly chest up with a chuckle, grinning around his pipe.
"Merek! Don't whip out your..." Cryosanthia says suddenly, then, "Oh. Right. This one translated the word incorrectly. Congratulations on finishing it. And a Harmonica, yes, that would be a wonderfully interesting choice."
Lily meanwhile, crunches bacon at Aya, occasionally cheering, "Aaa-aaa." The little carnation-scaled lizard girl seems fascinated by the small dark elf.
Cryo turns to the Eglarin, nodding "Yes Pelka, the druid we fought, that was poisonning the Rocs. He is Vidor Hawfslur. The Green Union recognized my description, they refused to let him join them because he was explosively angry and wanted a Roc companion. He may have other druids assisting him, as well as the Dark Pantheon."
Don't look at Aya, don't look at Aya, "Vidor is determined to bring down the Green Union. I've been telling anyone involved. Did you find out anything more when you flew after him?"
Aya stands with a bow, "I have things to do." She departs.
Merek nods a bit to Cryosanthia, blinking to her words, while he seems to think about it, "Well, fair enough." He chuckles, then he begins to write on a parchment about it, beginning to design. "Ah, druids, I think you mentioned it in that performance, didn't you?" he asks to the woman. Then he nods a bit to folk.
"Vidor Hawfslur?" Pelka repeats slowly, committing the name to memory. "He wants to...to bring down the Green Union? So then maybe he's not just evil, and not just mad-angry. He's mad-crazy? Ah, that is, he's insane?" Pelka gives a start and shakes his beak slightly. "Ah, yes, I followed him! Well, he started out flying towards the mountains. But then eventually he must have realized I was trailing him, because then dropped down to where it was harder to see from above. I could have tried to keep following but, uh...that seemed kind of dangerous. Reckless!" he quickly corrects. "I thought it would be a job for a group, of rangers hunters or maybe druids, not just one scientist. But at least I can give them a place to start looking!"
Randolf listens to the conversation, puffing quietly at his pipe. Now and again, he'll take it from his mouth to indulge in a swallow from his mug of mead. His shaggy brows knot together in a dour frown. "Hrm." Puff puff. "I'm no exactly a naturey sort, but... druids are goodly folk. An' if this ram-shagger is bein' a bastard fer no good reason... well. Seems like -someone- should get his arse sorted."
"Yes, exactly," Cryo answers Merek, her attention on Pelka. The white sith nods as he analyzes her info, then explains what he saw. "That would be very helpful! Yes. Let us know. Randolf over there is a certified good do-gooder, and Merek and I can spread it to others. Merek, you have more paper, you can make maps. Can you map the place Pelka describes?"
She thinks about it a moment longer, "That might even be a place to start looking for a God-shard. A crazy-mad druid, unexpectedly and inexplicably more powerful? Perhaps he's found one and a way to tap it."
She looks at Randolf next, pointing across the way "He's really powerful, the size of elemental he turned into was as big as that building. Don't go alone."
Meanwhile all the tradespeak flies over the head of the small pink lizard girl. She seems torn, between the very interesting dark elf, the curiously sounding smoking rock, and the birdy. So fluffy! Lily reaches out tiny pink claw hands towards Pelka, making an oddly convincing chirping noise at him.
GAME: Merek rolls craft/cartography: (10)+8: 18
Merek takes a moment to think about it, then he draws a pair of spectacles from the pack of his, sliding them onto his features. The man looks to a chart which he keeps, parchment placed upon it. "Yes, I work with maps, I should be able to assist, I will begin the basis of the map, then I can work in the details of what he offers." A nod along with a smile to Pelka, then a chuckle at Lily's chirping. A look to Randolf, "Well, you be safe if you plan to do all of that." Then to Cryosanthia, "Interesting, that's possible, if he has one then it's definitely being used in a darker way. I wish there was a way that could seal ANYONE from using them."
Pelka thinks for a moment and then starts describing a few landmarks to Merek. As they would look from above, of course. After a bit he nods, satisfied that he's told all that he remembers. Then he tilts his head, remembering something that Cryo said. "He didn't seem abnormally powerful, to be honest. There are experienced druids that can do everything he did." Pelka considers and then continues slowly. "...not that that makes him any less dangerous."
Randolf coughs on a lungful of pipe smoke, thumping his burly chest and turning beet red under his beard. "Och, I'm no -that- powerful!" he says, eyes owlishly wide. "I sure's hell never turned inte an elemental! I canne even cast Third Circle spells yet!"
GAME: Cryosanthia rolls craft/cartography: (20)+8: 28
"This one can't either." Cryo says, smiling at Randolf and otherwise watching the map take shape. She tilts her head at Pelka, the same angle he tilts his to, "Oh. He seemed pretty powerful for the damage he did and the ease at which he escaped us. I think Druids and mages would be best suited, they can probably keep up."
"The Green Union was certain he must have found some dark patron though, to advance as he did. I think he is not accessing the usual nature spirits."
After Merek has finished the map, the white sith'makar draws it over to herself. She takes a writing instrument and adds in a few more details. Then a lot more details. "Apologies Merek, this one has been helping map the corruption of the Felwood, I recognize some of the things Pelka described, and they look like this on the official maps."
She adds some more things. It's about as perfect as it can get. "We should make a copy, then get it out. I'll see if the progressive Arcanists or the Druids want to sponsor an expidition."
Lily meanwhile, keeps reaching for Pelka, but she is well strapped down.
GAME: Merek rolls craft/cartography: (17)+8: 25
Merek finishes up the details of the map, then lets Cryosanthia begin adding to that. The man nods a bit, then he places the spectacles back, while he takes a moment to consider, "Alright, that works." There is a shift of the hip while he stretches, then he offers an incline to Pelka to hand him the map the two worked upon as well.
Randolf leans in close to the two map-makers, peering from under those shaggy brows of his. "Well... I dinne ken if there's aught -I- can do te help," he says, looking up at Cryo and Merek. "But if I -can-, I'd like to. Seems the decent thing te do, aye?"
Pelka accepts the map, holds it up, then hands it back. "Could you just hold it like that for a second..." He produces a binder, flips to an empty page and begins making a quick copy. "...there," he says after what seems like only a few hasty marks.
The whitescale nods, holding the map up for Pelka to copy, impressed at the swiftness. She stares at the binder, perhaps he has a really efficient way of marking things. Or magic. Well, the first map can definitely be classified as 'a wizard did it'. She grins at Merek.
She shares the grin with Randolf, "We do what we can. I'll make sure appropriate people get this info, then hopefully something will be arranged." She glances over at Lily. "I have to pick my battles, and I'm the only one she's got right now. I'm going to have to ask someone else to take point for this."
She refills the glass of lemon-water and places it where her foundling can get at it. Sitting back, primarily supporting herself with her tail as her seat is backless she glances a Merek. "Did you manage to make the thing for Braelnoir?"
Merek looks over to Pelka and Randolf, nodding a bit about the map, "Well, you'll probably manage well with him, I'd assist though I am on the Sixth Circle Divine and Fifth in Arcane, and often they don't call me in for work of that nature." The man looks to the whitescale, grinning back a bit, then he nods to Cryosanthia, "She didn't officially make a full order for it, she still seems to be working with the plan to deal with him."
Pelka puts away his binder. "I should pick up a few things. I'm glad I ran into you, Cryo!" He gives a small talon-folding wave to Lily. Then a more casual grown-up wave to the other adventurers. Then turns to orien lt himself and moves off into the market for a bit of shopping.
Randolf gulps the last of his mead and hops to his feet. "Well, if ye all -do- need me, ye can find me at the Arcanist's Guild," he says. "But fer right now, I'm wantin' some grub, an' they've got roast beef at the Guild t'night. Canne be missin' out on that!" He lifts his hand in a friendly wave. "Reos bless yer forges," he says, before he turns and lumbers along on his way.
"Merek, you weren't watching. I said he turned into an elemental the size of that building." Cryo points again, it's a huge edifice. An elemental of that size would require a Druid skilled in at least the sixth circle of spells. "We dumped everything on him. He laughed at us and called us friends."
"Just like Kol."
"Oh, roast beef sounds excellent, eat well. Good to see you again Mr. Randolf. Wave bye Lily, say 'Pease on your Nest.'"
"Peassss on Nessss." The little kobold chirps, as the dwarf wanders off.
Cryo stands, "This one should be going as well Merek, there are few more stores to apologize too. This druid is a serious threat, is what I'm saying, and he has friends. Thanks for the Map, I'll get it someplace it will do some good." She starts arranging Lily and her haversack, collecting the things around. Coins with a generous tip are left. The little kobold is lifted into her haversack, where she holds onto the white sith's neck.
"In that case, I will see if they will welcome me into the fight to assist," Merek mentions, nodding a bit to Cryosanthia. "I might not adventure as much, but keeping people safe is important. You take care, and you as well Lily," he adds all of that in Draconic for the kobold, while he smiles a bit. "It was nice to see ya about."
"They just might," The whitescale says, adjusting her straps. She makes a small curtsey, "Nice seeing you again also. Peace and Goodbye."
Elegantly, she glides around the table like an eel swimming in the sea. The kobold girl waves farewell at Merek, then makes hissy faces at various people in the crowd, who either ignore her or laugh and return a wave.
Cryo stalks off to complete the lesson of 'why we do not steal', and the marketplace continues with commerce.
