Once North was able to get a good view from his vantage point he was able to notice some men unloading crates full of apples off of a ship not too far from where he was. A few meters away from where the men were unloading was a single crate with a crudely drawn banana on it, and North recognized it from the description he'd received from Reagan. From there, North heaved himself up onto the dock and casually walked over to the crate. As he approached the crate, he got a few strange looks, but because his hair was sopping wet like the rest of them, people probably just assumed he had fallen into the ocean and taken off his clothes. At the very least, no one approached to question North and he was able to calmly walk up to the crate and begin prying open the lid. It took a little elbow grease, but North was able to pop it off without too much difficulty. Inside were a bunch of bunches of bananas, all packed away in the crate in a way that would make one assume that was all that it contained. North had been informed otherwise however, and after a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying him too much attention, he moved around a couple of the yellow bunches and plucked out the crate that had been hidden away inside. Unlike the one on the outside, this one did not feature any crude markings denoting what might be kept inside. North knew that it happened to be a rare and illegal liquor, and he was almost tempted to snag a bottle for himself, but knew better than to ruin his reputation on a job like that. It only took so many of those kinds of mishaps before people started turning a mage down when he showed up to accept a job.
North held the crate securely cradled between both arms in front of him and calmly walked off with a sense of purpose that deflected any who might approach and question him. He had to walk for a couple of blocks until he reached the meeting place that he and Reagan had agreed upon, and by then he'd begun to dry off a little bit. North could hear the bottles clinking softly inside the crate and once again pondered what this illegal rum might be like. While he was lost in thought, he nearly walked past the meeting place and he was turned sharply while clearing his head before approaching the door. Inside the inconspicuous little shack, Reagan was sitting down on a wooden stool next to a simple table.
"I got the stuff." North said with a large smile, setting it down on the table.
"Good work, kid." Reagan said, pulling out a bag of jewel and one of the bottles of rum.
"Here's your pay. If you're interested in doing any other work in this line, I can get you in touch with Balthazar. He's a pirate around here, easy to find, just give him this bottle and he'll take care of the rest." Reagan said, picking up the crate and leaving the bottle and the bag as he stepped out the door. North picked up the bottle and looked at it longingly, wondering if work connections were really worth skipping out on tasting this bottle. He figured he might get another chance working with the pirates though, and piracy certainly sounded exciting, so he figured he'd at least hold onto it for now.
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