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Sebastian said, "I've set us up in the suburb of Charltonburg. Our building is no Fountainhead, but it will suit our purposes," He signed and initialed one contract and passed it onto Emily, who examined it.

She whispered to Exxnihil, "He's really intelligent despite all the Rand he has read." Emily and Sebastian kept pouring over the papers and various notes they brought with them, making sure every T was crossed and every i was dotted.

*puffin' on a Corona right now as I type this.

You guys should REALLY think about quittin' soon!

Nah, just joshin' ya, do what you like ... I'm no judge.

Gonna die of sump'in. Might as well be somethin' you like.

I personally wanna die in bed as my last check barely clears and the missus and I have just wrecked the bed. But, thats just me.

"Everything looks in order to me. What do you think Emily?" Sebastian said. This is a pivotal moment in my life. This is like when the prophet Nathan met Solomon.

"Everything is in order," She said. "Wait until you get the invites to my familie's conferences and parties. We're always fascinated by new money..." Emily then realized she said the wrong thing and covered her mouth. Her face blushed crimson out of shame. "I am so sorry. But everything does look excellant."

< enters >

Ah, now this is a shop for me.

Though I'd rather not get my hopes up, the first order of business is is to see if this shop has the legendary and hard to find Southfarthing weed, hand-grown by hard-working Hobbits in the far off Shire.

Some time later

< knocks >

< knocks again >

Hello? I must be late.

< with a sardonic smile, gets back into his time bubble >

Rats, and I wanted to see Ex off before he left. After all, Blaze and I will be going away for quite a while...

Hey, what's this....

Some black... powder?

Two weeks later:


<The chimes jingle as Exnihil enters his shop, smiling>


Though he has spent the last four years building his name as a holo-vid producer, this place - his very first Legion World venture - still held a place in his heart.

As much as the bottom had dropped out of the tobacco market for smaller shops like his after some of the larger players had lobbied for prohibitive import tariffs, Ex still held on to the old place, more out of nostalgia than any real chance of turning a profit.

Still... there was the occasional special order that made it worthwhile... some special blend or another that the big boys couldn't be bothered with. It was then when Ex would step in. He loved the thrill of the hunt.


<Ex places the tin on the counter>


This particular mix had been very difficult to track down, taking him to the island of New Zealand on the planet Earth - during a solar eclipse no less... but Ex didn't want to be reminded of all that right now. No, now he just wanted to bask in the glow of having, once again, been able to prove that the Tobacconihilist still had a place in this world.


<He lifts the lid, and regards his "treasure", speaking to himself with an air of self-satisfaction>


"Never let it be said that Ex isn't a man of his word. Southfarthing weed you asked for, Mr. Fox, and southfarthing weed you shall have. Hmmmm..."


<looking around>


"...now where did he place his card? Crap... I never got his info. How am I supposed to find this guy?"


<thinks, then shrugs>


"Well... if he wants it bad enough, I'm sure he'll come back. In the mean time... it looks likes it's about "SHAKES-o'clock"."


<closes up the tin, and locking the shop back up, Ex heads off to grab a drink at SHAKES>