"What use are you, Orlin? Five crates behind today, six yesterday another six the day before then. You are costing me coin!" The grouchy old man said slapping a head full of black hair.

  Rubbing his head with his lanky arms. Orlin stood and turned to face the old man. The old mans bald head distracting him as always.

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  "C'mon Roland. You know Im trying my best here. Look I will finish what I am missing in two days. Do-". Another slap came to the back of Orlin's head.

  "Customer expects the full amount by tomorrow you fool! Roland gave a big sigh. "Finish whats missing by the morning." Roland turned away arms crossed looking towards the city walls casting long shadows onto the city market. "I guess it can't be helped. I will take on half of the unfinished crates and you can finish..." Turning back to face Orlin, Roland stared wide eyed at now running Orlin heading into the city streets.

  "ORLIN!"