Out on the street Marie Ollon spied out Toque Wilson. She followed him, wondering when he was going to make his move. She knew him well; Toque was not a man to be the basic laborer despite how excellent some of his hidden crafts were. Oh no, he wouldn't succumb to the everyman life, he had to be something more; his life had to mean something beyond a basic laymen. That was Toque.
Dodging around corners and peering over fences Marie looked to see him at every second she could. After some time she realized exactly where he was going; to work.
Marie cursed her luck. She had to have missed out on his deal. Who would possibly loan him money?
The rain fell in stride. Marie decided to cut her losses and head back to her home.
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