(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

himself so well and so politely here, “No apologies necessary, Baen. Are you
looking for someone?”
“A thousand apologies for troubling you with such a trivial matter, but I seek
Craddock, an overseer in the Hive...” Baen looked like he was in pain. “But
alas, he eludes me.” He looked at me hopefully again. “Could it be you have
you heard of such a man?”
I shook my head, “I’m afraid not. I’m... a bit of a first-timer here myself.”
Baen gave a deep sigh, perhaps one that was a bit melodramatic, “I am
bound to deliver a message to him, and as yet, fortune has chosen not to
favor me...”
“Anything I can do to help?”
Baen face lit up like a lantern. “Oh, fortunate day for Baen and the House of
Senders! Any assistance you could provide would be most welcome! If you
can find this Craddock and pass along the message, I shall see to it you are
paid for your troubles.”
“All right, what’s the message?”
Baen recited the message almost like a mantra: “The shipment must be in
Curst by the third-day or there will be a penalty.” Baen frowned. “I am told
that Craddock will know of the 'shipment' to which the message pertains.”
I repeated the message twice in my head before I was sure I had it down.
Memories or no, the void that was left behind meant there was plenty of
space to fill, “If I see Craddock, I will pass along the message. Is there
anything you can tell me about him before I go that might help me find
him?”
“He is said to be a giant of a man, stern of features. That he is an overseer in
one of the Hive marketplaces. Alas, I know little else than that, good sir.”
I nodded.
Baen bowed. “Thank you, sir. Should fortune favor you and you are able to
bear the message to Craddock, be so kind as to return and tell me of it. I will
see to it your efforts are rewarded.”
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