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"Courtesy of Reanne."

The Sweeping Man - better known as Dov - drops the package containing his payment into Biron's waiting hand under the cover of darkness, far down the dirt path that leads to his Ninerock cothold. Biron makes sure to keep his gaze away from the man's face - the less they associate with each other, the better.

They both did terrible things within the last couple of days, after all.

Even so.

As much as he hated doing it, and he would tell it to the high rooftops of any dive bar late at night if he could, Biron is standing there in front of him counting out the marks to make sure that the amount was well deserved. He'll pretend like doesn't see that smug-ass look on the big man's face as he counts. He didn't give a fuck what anyone really thought of him save for his family.

"It's all there," Dov tries in vain to reassure him, stepping away and signaling an end to the brief meeting. "You ever need anything, you look us up, aye?"

"Not for all the cards in Bitra," comes from Biron too quickly, pocketing the package securely underneath his coat. "We part ways from here, for good." Reaching under to remove something and toss it in Dov's direction, "Make sure Reanne doesn't remember any more favors I owe her," comes with the toss before he's on his way back home.

It's on instinct that Dov snaps what was tossed from thin air, and when he opens his palm and finds a full mark within, there's a nod to that mischievous smile as he says to that retreating back, "Then stay outta trouble, Biron. You'll see us again if not."

Outside Greenfields hold, High Reaches area

Niahvth rose.

Jo wasn't entirely sure how she did it, but the convict rider would aim to find out from Irianke later. Right now, having managed to escape the lust-soaked air of a proddy queen from the moment she had made eye contact with her in the living cavern, the convict rider made herself scarce by checking up on Dov. She was the one that gave him the marks to pay Biron, and now she loiters up against the trinkets wagon cart, watching him count the last of his own payment.

"Ready to come back?" she asks of him as she watches him count, keeping an eye on any passerbys that would pay close attention to them. Tacuseth was safely away, giving the whole scene to look like a pair of traders just taking a rest from their journey on the road.

Dov grunts as he pockets the package away, shaking his head once. "Who knows if K'del, or anyone, got a good look of me there," he lets her know. "Reckon I better stay away from Greenfields and the Weyr for awhile until things cool down."

Jo can't fault his logic, so she doesn't. "Pracor'n them's gonna miss havin' ya around," she comments, her tone betraying the fact that she would miss him, too. "The Weyr's ain' the same without ya there, Dov."

There's a fond grin from the broad-shouldered man at the sentiment, reaching over with one arm to pull Jo into a hug. "Keep the girls out of trouble for me," Dov says, referring to Canie, Sabella and Sybile as he squeezes her tight. "You've got M'ron and Kait to look after you, and that Everett-fellow ain't so bad, either. Look to them while I'm gone," considering the fact that he's never shown Everett any approval to his face all the time he was there. Releasing her and looking into her eyes, "Just take care of yourself, kiddo," he adds, nodding. "I'll be back before you know it."

Jo seems to revel in the embrace, her eyes closing before it's released and she's nodding to all of that. It's a rare treat for someone like Dov to get all sentimental, and so she's drinking it in. "Where will ya go, then?" she has to ask, assuming that the cart is going with him.

"Was thinking of heading down to Southern Boll," Dov thinks aloud as he keeps watch around them, stepping back to ready the wagon. "I've got some family there, and besides, that's the last place you heard Deetan was camping out, right?"

Deetan. The name alone has Jo's jaw tightening to a severe line as she confirms it. "Yeah. Been so occupied with findin' my brother...Maybe I'll visit ya down there myself sometime."

"If I make it there," Dov allows with a grunt. He looks the wagon over and secure any lasting touches on it before stepping back and examining his early work. It certainly didn't look like the wagon hanging around Greenfields days previous anymore, having gotten an extensive makeover into something resembling a farmer's dirt cart. Nodding in approval, "Well, I best get, Jo," he ends their reunion with the touch of regret seen as he looks her way. "I've got a long road ahead, and you've got some fallout to take care of back at the Weyr. I might get me one of those firelizards down in Boll sometime so I can keep in touch. Until then." His curt nod is one of farewell, the sentiment over as he grabs the reins and settles at the front of the wagon.

Jo concedes, though it's quite obvious that she doesn't want him to leave. Once he's seated, she moves out of his path to drive the wagon on, watching him until he's someways down the road from her before uttering her own, "'Til then." Then it's only when the dust settles and the silence of the fields take over that she calls for Tacuseth to take her home.