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Addressing HayWire, KristalClear says, “float the idea at work now, prime them about a later trip.”
“I’ll try,” he says, “see what my GuildMaster says! I definitely want easier access to wolf bone. Hard, resilient, and with just a touch of flexibility. Like carbon fibre, but nobody can make carbon fibre anymore.”
“We have lots of carbon,” says NutJob, “why can’t we make carbon fibre?”
“Polyacrylonitrile,” says HayWire.
“Dare I ask? What’s polly acrillo night rile?”
“It’s derived from oil. And we have no oil.”
“Nuff said,” responds NutJob, “you’re definitely a bigger geek than me!”
“If you’re coming with us,” says KristalClear, “can we use Garrison horses?”
“We’ll have full Garrison support. And we’ll be staying at the eastern outpost in Newsholme for two nights. It’s been ages since I last went there.”
Somewhat surprised NutJob wants to know why the Garrison would get involved in a business venture.
“Could you explain why?”
“The lab wants wolf bone, and the ElderWolf wants to explore building more alliances. The Pennites have been on the radar for some time.”
Before anybody changes their minds, CandiCrush states, “Kristal, NutJob, Max, you are to be up early tomorrow, meet at the Garrison at 08:00. We’ll be leaving at 09:00.”
“That’s a bit sudden?” says HayWire.
“When would now be a good time?” asks CandiCrush, “military ethos, get things done. I have the authority to requisition resources, and the ElderWolf will be happy to learn about this later. I’ll have a memo on her desk tomorrow, after we leave, and a full detailed report one day after we return.”
The youngsters all know that the Garrison means business, not commercial business, but business in the sense of getting
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