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The stable was out of the way, a cozy number near some trees a local candlestick maker of some renown used to hold his personal horse. He'd made it a bit too large, however, so some of the other locals kept sticking their horses there too. It was a bit of a nuisance but an informal payment system and been set up and no one had rocked the boat.
Now, Golan sauntered in, trying to appear calm, and trying to carry a bottle of vodka nonchalantly.
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A local girl who kept her horse here and occasionally delivered messages for Golan was just hitching up her stallion. Her name was Freya, she was a good kid.
"Hi Golan!" she said much louder than necessary.
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"Freya! You're just the person I wanted to see. As it happens, I need your help. I need to borrow your horse for most of the day, and in exchange, I'd like you to look after this -" holding up the bottle of vodka "-and make sure no one drinks it! Except you, you can have a little. And you can share with a friend."
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Freya gave Golan a funny look.
"Except this time you won't tell my parents?" she said, clutching Slowpoke's reins a bit more tightly.
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07-05-2018, 07:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2018, 08:04 AM by Golan.)
"Nope! Promise. Last time I didn't know about customer-bartender confidentiality."
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Freya gave Golan a long look, then took the flask and wandered off.
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07-06-2018, 08:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-08-2018, 07:06 AM by Golan.)
Phew!
Golan hopped on Slowpoke and dashed away, hopefully in the direction of Noah.
The story continues
Here
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Golan returned, and reopened the bar, slightly confused by the whole event that had unfolded. Bad people, little kid, not able to help... Golan made a promise to herself that in the future, when people need help, she would keep a merc on hand that she can trust to refer them to. That way, she would be able to leave people like that with a clear conscience.
Then, Golan suddenly remembered something. She closed the bar again and went to return Slowpoke to Freya.
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After seeing a new poster looking for work, and feeling a drive to make her life matter in a way that maintaining a fantasy bar slash hotel wasn't cutting anymore, Golan locked up the bar and went away.
