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I HAVE GAINED ACCESS ONCE TO THE
TREASURY, AND HAVE ENCLOSED AN ITEMIZED
LIST OF ITS CONTENTS. I AM UNSURE HOW THE
MONEY AND PRECIOUS METALS ARE
TRANSPORTED FROM THE TREASURY AND
WHERE THE KNIGHTS' MAIN STORE IS, BUT I
HOPE TO FIND OUT SOON. THE OLD MAN WHO
TRAINS THESE PEASANTS IS A FOOL...
Moran closed his eyes, remembering Rakiel asking
questions, Rakiel filling out forms, Rakiel offering to
handle requisitions for the lances.
"Plus this. I kept it because of the map - I love maps -
but I don't suppose I'll be back here ever."
The "map" was a floor plan of the Manor of the
Measure, with the storeroom marked in red. On the bottom
of the scroll was a careful tracing, from the top, bottom,
and end, of the treasure room key.
"I'll kill him," Moran muttered, but even as he said it
he recoiled. There was no honor in Solamnia's best-trained
weapons master killing a cleric who trembled when the
knight brandished a butter knife.
Moran turned the paper over thoughtfully. If he could
soothe his honor somehow and refrain from slaying Ra kiel,
this page alone, sent to the Order of the Rose, would
humiliate the clerics and probably keep the knights in Xak
Tsaroth free of their influence for years to come
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