Thom scribbles his name, catches the bag of shins and looks across at captain Lev'an Marshall, a smile breaking across Thom's usually dour bearded face. He looks at the captain for a few seconds, in that disconcerting way which captain Marshall is now used to - as if the glaive were looking at a point several feet behind your head, looking through you. Thom salutes and grunts appreciatively. Captain Marshall waves him away with the clipboard. Thom carefully stows his pouch in a different part of his backpack from his other shins and then goes out into the street, wincing slightly against the artificial light of the cave.
He heads across the road to the general stores (
6), and without saying hello he motions up at the goods he wants, holding up fingers for the amount.
"Rations," (two fingers),
"torches" (four fingers)
Are the prices as per the Corebook?
He waits patiently for the goods, and when he gets them examines them closely and silently to check the quality before paying.
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