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As the foul breathed man leans away, Gusztáv's face relaxes somewhat, but the handkerchief remains... perhaps to ward off a lingering smell. "No doubt," he whispers in response, "though we should hold off on further speculation for now, it wouldn't do to offend our host... clearly they do not want anyone to know of the nature of their cargo, and I doubt they are averse to... reducing the number of those who do happen to find out." Nightflier:
"And this would be the only entrance?" The foreign knight asks Igor, "it would be unfortunate should someone bypass our post... are we to enter if we hear signs of trouble within?" Recoiling slightly with a cringe as Feldus leans close, Gusztáv brings up a handkerchief to cover his nose, and coincidentally, his mouth, before whispering back, "I cannot say for sure, though I suspect that this cargo might be... well, alive is not the precise word I would choose... I daresay we may be dealing with the undead."
"Very well," Gusztáv says to the well dressed man, looking around the barge and studiously averting his gaze from the unpleasant looking servant, "where is the merchandise stored?" Glancing down to the golden ring while awaiting a response to his question, the nobleman looks for any insignia on display.
"Very well," the nobleman says, after briefly considering his situation—if he was to engineer his brother's eventual downfall he would need resources, and anyone looking to hire the clients of the Last Gasp Inn must be wealthy enough to pay well, and most likely have the influence to be powerful allies. "I shall lend my services to your employer... though I must confess to being rather surprised that they wish to meet in person."
The nobleman makes his way through the crowded room towards the table, carefully avoiding jostling anyone as he navigates the mass of people—best not to give these beings an excuse to be offended. Smiling as he arrives, he hands one of the scripts to the barmaid, "Thank you, my dear. I was beginning to fear we were going to be forced to stand." ** spoiler omitted ** nightflier:
the 'if' in that last sentence is a little unsettling...
Following the others inside, the foreign noble smiles at the thought of indulging in one of the many distractions available. Such thoughts are quickly dismissed however, as he recalls his rather limited financial situation, while he could likely call on his family name to draw a line of credit, that would surely alert his brother to his location—something that could prove quite deadly. Resigning himself to a few drinks before securing himself a room, he looks to his 'coincidental' companions, "standing room only, it would appear."
The nobleman barely restrains himself from cringing at the sour breath of the man who addressed him, but remembered the importance of being polite to strangers; you never know who might turn out to be a powerful enemy... or a useful ally. "Yes, quite." He nods to the stranger with a forced smile, "coincidence is rarely the only thing at work in a situation."
“Surely no night is a good one for that particular fate.” Gusztáv says with feigned cheer over his shoulder, sending a cocky grin to the sailor, then striding confidently onto the docks. ‘Superstitious peasants!’ he thinks to himself derisively as he heads into the misty streets, though as the darkness closes around him he momentarily looses some of his swagger, causing him to look around suspiciously for a brief moment before he loosens his sword. ‘Still, no harm in being prepared,’ he reassures himself.
On the deck of one of the recently arrived boats from the Overduchy of Hohenbaurg, stands a tall figure impatiently waiting for the docking ramp to be lowered. “Bah,” he says in response to the sailor’s dire warnings, “it will take more than the threat of some loathsome harpy trying to devour my soul to persuade me to spend another night away from dry land!” “Now,” he speaks haughtily when the ramp is finally secured, “where can I find this ‘Last Gasp’ you speak of?”
Sir Gusztáv Hollenheim:
Sir Gusztáv Hollenheim is the second son of a noble house in the Overduchy of Hohenbaurg, and coming so tantalisingly close to the inheritance of his father’s title consumed his early life and fuelled a great resentment for his older brother.
In addition to the traditional knightly training bestowed upon the nobility of Hohenbaurg,
Over the following weeks, the jealous knight began his studies to find the True name of his older brother, planning to use this information to clear the way for his advancement to heir of the Hollenheims. His plans fell into place beautifully, Gusztáv had overlooked one important detail however; he was not the only member of the family to be tempted by power - his younger brother, Magnell, took advantage of Gusztáv’s removal of their oldest brother, taking swift action against him. Gusztáv barely escaped his brother’s treachery with his life, fleeing to the relative safety of Kaledun to plot his revenge. (10)
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