[ It’s not sarcasm. However much paper Seneschal Salvio deigned to give over to Dick Dickerson, it’s guaranteed to be more than he wants to carry any significant distance in his arms. A wheelbarrow further offers the option of him throwing a few burlap sacks over the contents, obscuring the nature of them from view of potential witness accounts.
The scorch mark and sulfurous stink are all Dickerson needs; he parks the barrow and approaches to give the door a sharp knock, with a cursory glance around his ankles to ensure that there aren’t any freshly escaped ankle-high monstrosities to menace him while he waits. ]
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The scorch mark and sulfurous stink are all Dickerson needs; he parks the barrow and approaches to give the door a sharp knock, with a cursory glance around his ankles to ensure that there aren’t any freshly escaped ankle-high monstrosities to menace him while he waits. ]