TIS I, A HUMBLE CAPITALIST.

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WHO: Ilias, Darras, Mhavos, Silver
WHAT: Vacation in Nevarra.
WHEN: Honestly probably backdated, whoops.
WHERE: A warehouse in Nevarra.
NOTES: time is bad.

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"Yes- yes, thank you." Mhavos moves to compose himself-- there's still a warm feeling in his chest that he hopes isn't somehow luminously obvious-- taking a step forward to retrieve the ledger. He flips through it quickly, with the air of someone very accustomed to skimming tomes for the relevant nuggets of information.

"Here- here." He taps a page. "I will never understand why fraudulent financiers feel the need to keep record of it. One would think a criteria of criminality would be a good memory." He flips a few more pages, and his smile becomes the clever, curved thing of venal interest.

"Which is to say, this is perfectly legal, but politically problematic. They're supplying both sides."