[center][h3][color=00ff00]Andrew Richard Whitewood III[/color][/h3][/center]

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Andrew was happy to see Bork. Being kept safely in a corner is not what Andrew wanted. Safe was okay, in a corner was fine, but the trouble was the kept. Handing out the honey candy to children was at least something to do. The scribe smiled as the engineer came in. The guards gave him free roam of the room. The Captain made it clear he wasn't under arrest, just being protected. 

The guards were doing their best to keep and eye on everyone, but you could tell that they needed to be rotated or changed. The only one who was still intent was the Captain. He was intently looking at the people who came to the table looking for tells of discomfort at the presence of the guards. He ordered the guards changed, but two of the men got a beer and nursed it slowly still watching at a table near Bork and the Abbot. On the table sat three gold bowls with lids. She had moved the hair to a small bag. She smiled at the Engineer when he arrived.   

One fight started till three of the guards jumped in. One ended up with a black eye and both combatants ended up out on the street. 

As the Harbor Master came in, the Gold Tooth Guild Master moved to get a bowl of stew, passing the note that the scribe had passed her. Instead of going to the table to register, he went to the bar, got his beer and headed to the table with Bork and Andrew. The Captain gave him a look but he turned showing he had no weapons and said, "Official business," and smiled. He wanted to go over with the engineer what was going to happen and where the troubles were with their process. Lifting and unloading was a challenge as heavy items had to be moved by hand and just about sunk the little boats they were using, the fishing boats. He looked at the note and then placed in his pocket.