Down to business.

[Margrett]

Her jaw dropped open. Her voice was strained.

H...how did you find this? I thought. I thought everything was burned.

While he was turned away from the window, she held it to her chest as if she were a child again, holding a blanket.

I don't know what to say.

She chuckled, wryly.

Now I feel like an ass for screwing with you. I hope you're happy. You've made me feel guilty.

[Grayell]

I'll give you a moment to change Captain.

Grayell got out of his chair, came around the desk and placed an arm on her shoulder.

We're not done just yet. Meet me out front.

Grayell might have smiled as he left the room and closed the door. A little.

[Margrett]

She smiled weakly at him, took a moment to change, then walked outside to meet him.

[Grayell]

Grayell was standing with hands on his hips, his back to the door. In front of him was a large, horse drawn cart, the back loaded with what appeared to be a great deal of Ore. He heard the door, looked over his shoulder and raised a hand.

Alright boys, let's move it out!

With a crack of the whip, the horses tugged on the heavy cargo and it lumbered into motion down the street.

This way Captain, we have a couple of stops along the way.

[Margrett]

Margrett watched the wagon go and followed Gray.

What was that, Gray? Where'd you get all that?

[Grayell]

Grayell walked, nodding to citizenry and watching with a stern gaze those who were a little more... suspicious.

I called in a favor. This way. We need to speak to Alec.

(In his thread no less.)

[Margrett]

Who's Alec?

Margrett followed closely behind Gray, eyeing the people as they passed.