*Elbow sets his pack on a bunk. He opens the top and carefully removes a small sack and examines the contents. He makes a small snort of satisfaction, sets the sack beside his pack, and turns to leave. As he leaves the room, Reave enters, and Elbow recalls their meeting and conversation in Gamine's solace. He greets him with a hand on the shoulder.*

Like I said, there's always someone in need of skills like your own. Didn't take long to find them either. I'm glad you're here.
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