"Where they are ordered," says the man simply.
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Obviously hurting more than you suspect, GK- Wraith is with you. But seeing as you two are new and I need to move things on... Wraith DOES know of a betting establishment that deals with off-world events. A rather high-class major one, too. He can take you there.
Only there seem to be six men blocking your path on the walkway.
Nayler checks his ammunition before loading it into his rifle.
"Sorry," he says, "but I cannot guarantee your safety in the Wilds, and doubly so if we find what we suspect."
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GK, Wraith said he wanted to hook up with you a few pages back so I let it happen.
"He wants us to move out of his way, lads," says one of the men. Three more are approaching you from behind.
"We could make you a better offer," he says. "You come quietly, and we don't hurt you. See, you are worth half a million to us alive. Only half that dead. We'd prefer you alive."
Four of them have guns drawn; the others have their hands near their holsters.