Today was just another day in Hargeon. Another day where Geb fell straight on his face first thing in the morning. He knew this was a sign, because every day he made some money, he fell on his face. Knowing this, he began to get up right away and get dressed. He was going to do something today, and he had an idea of who he would be visiting. Reagan! The smuiggler had been giving him good jobs recently, so there was no point in not doing another for him after all. He paid well, and while his tasks were a little difficult they weren't life threatening or anything. Well, jail-threatening maybe. But that would mean that Geb would be caught, which he wouldn't be. After all, he was trained in the art of stealth. Well, not really, but he liked to think he was good at it. Also, speaking of stealth, there was one he always had to leave behind on these jobs for Reagan, Gallent the munchlax. You see, Gallent was cool and all, but he had no sense of stealth whatsoever. He was oblivious to the concept of it even. So, Geb just gave Munchlax a bag of chips and told him to stay put for the day. Geb could very much handle this job on his own. He had done it before, after all. It wouldn't be hard to do it once again, or again after that. He could do it as much as he wanted and the result would always be the exact same - success.

It was a sunny day in the Town of Hargeon. Geb knew that Reagan's house was north, so he headed that way. The streets were quiet today, perhaps everyone was at work. Knocking on the door to Reagan's place, Geb heard the door unlocked as the familiar face of old opened the door. "Ah, Geb. Come in, quick." he said, as Geb followed him in, Reagan closing the door after him. The place smelled a little bit, but thanks to Geb's lack of olfactory sensors he wasn't effected by it, considering, well, the fact that he couldn't smell at all.

Next, Geb would sit on the couch as he usually did when he was at this place. Reagan sat down on the couch across from that one. "So, I assume that you're here for a job, once again?" he asked. Geb nodded. "Yes, indeed. Do you have any work I could do for you today, sir?" he asked, in a very formal manner. It was a good thing to do, to be respectful towards your employer like that. You'd be in big trouble if you weren't after all. "Perfect, I've got just the job for you." Reagan said, placing down a map. "See this dock right here? I got a shipment that came in. Just rum, but it's exported and illegal. So, in other words, I need you to retrieve it from the ship. Now the rum is in a small crate hidden in a bigger crate of bananas. Find the crate of bananas, dig through it, find the rum and get it to me, waiting on the edge of the dock. Got it?" he asked. Geb nodded. "Alright, seems simple enough." Reagan nodded. "good, boy. You understand. Alright, next up is the ship. I've told the captain and you can get on board, but in order to avoid suspicion from nearby commoners you're going to have to go to the lower deck yourself. From there, make a left then a right, and finally another left. There should be a large storage room. In it are 2 crates of bananas, onew is red and the other is green. The red one is simply an honest bundle of bananas, don't touch it. At the bottom of the green one is the rum. Be careful not to squish the bananas while finding it."

The two made their way over to the docks, where Reagan would wait on the very edge of it. Geb made his way into the ship searching around. The ship was nicely made too, so it looked top notch. Geb would honestly pay quite a bit for a ship like this, considering boats could be a form of art, even. Ah, the beauty of art.. it truly was a marvelous thing, was it not? Now, the next step for Geb would be finding the bananas in the ship. He made his way down to the lower deck, where he was told to go by Reagan on their way there. Now he had to remember the path. Ah yes, it was to go left at his first chance, then walk down a short hallway, go right, and then turn to the left side of the room.

From there, Geb found the room that contained the different colored boxes. Turning on the light so he could see the colors, he looked at the red one. Right, this was the one he shouldn't touch. They were just honest to god bananas. Then, he turned his head to the right to see the green one. This was the crate that he wanted to look in. He had to make sure to be gentle when going to the bottom of the crate in order to avoid hurting the bananas, given his inhuman strength he had to make extra sure not to crush them by accident. Finding the small crate at the bottom, he picked it up, exiting the ship.

Making his way out to the dock, he handed the rum crate to Reagan. Reagan praised him, handing him jewels. He also gave him a bottle of rum as well, telling him to "give the bottle to balthazar." that was the pirate in town, no? Geb wondered what the man meant. Oh well! He had got the job done and got the money. And in the end of the day, that was all that was one hundred percent truly important, right? Right, he had no doubt about it.


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