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(RP) A Tisket, A Tasket, The Brigand and his basket.

Discussion in 'UO Baja' started by Trae Markwood, May 15, 2012.

  1. "Magincia." Placing her hand over her eyes she looked up at the structure on the Eastern side of the island. "What could you possibly want with Magincia?" She could understand the reasoning of easy Cargo transportation, but there were a million docks for that. "Will there be enough business to keep you occupied here?" Occupied, to any thief, meant decent profit. And where there was decent profit there was room for expansion.

    "There is more too it then just the smuggling lass. Think about setting up a real front. Something that makes us look legit to those damn nobles. No more chasing us off. I have also found that smuggling with a legit cargo to hide what I am doing throws them off. More importantly the demand here for things is through the roof. I have every half mad miner digging like crazy to keep me full and I can't even meet their demands. Not to mention the other more exotic one off things. I have more money coming in here then I have seen in a long time. Also with the town coming back up there are more ships coming and going then ever there is no way they can check em. Its the perfect place to trade off things and move them anyway."

    Pulling her hand down, one eye closed against the bright Magincian sun, she nodded quietly. The Brigand knew what he was doing, always had. Thankfully he was one of the few she only had to worry about because he was practically family, not because of stupid decisions. Turning at that thought she caught a glimpse of Lowel by the water trying his darnedest to stick his toes in. Balancing on one leg he teetered before falling hip first into the sea.

    "That's my cue." Lightly she patted him on his shoulder before reaching down to unceremoniously haul the scrawny, long legged Lowel from the drink. "I'll be around."