Flora smiled warmly back at him, right before Sharal’tar pegged her in the face with a rolled-up shirt. “Get dressed, everyone else is packed and all ready to go!”
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Kojurro tipped his hat congenially before forgetting it had been destroyed months ago in the storm. “It was a wonderful night, thank you for your hospitality,” he concluded his business with the front desk.
The cashier grunted. “Ey, before you go, you seen this girl?” He flashed Kojurro a picture he recognized as coming from Sartonic’s ID archives:

“I..uh...no, of course not!” he stammered. “Why ever do you inquire?”
“Some men have been asking around,” the clerk shrugged. “Sounds like she broke the law or something. I’m also supposed to pass these out,” he handed Kojurro a white slip with a phone number on it. “Call this and let ‘em know if you see her.”
“Uh, certainly, will do!” Kojurro laughed weakly, once again tipping his nonexistent hat before scrambling to get back to the room. “Well, we’d better play this even safer than I thought we’d need to...” he muttered to himself.
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The man with the cybernetic wings was standing in the marketplace, walking away from a vendor. “Yurei, do you copy?” He radioed. “Got a lead, sounds like a pink fox purchased a scarab stamp from a vendor stall last night, so they’re still in town. Where are you, anyway?”