He throws up his hands and looks upwards for guidance, though he starts to crack the faintest hint of a smile now. "Oh Abadar, Gold-Fisted, great Master of the First Vault, I have received the blessings of your Agent Taisper in thy earthly realm, and can now rest with an ordered and clear mind. Phah!" Verik sighs and shakes his head, though he gives his cousin a sheepish smile. "Ah well, I suppose if our Master is truly put off with me, he'll not answer my prayers in the morning, or will send Cobblehoof sweeping down to thunk me on the head for my insolence. I will try to be stoic about it."
"You know cousin, you seem to be more...centered? At ease about things? I'm not sure how to describe it. I suppose your time out and about honing your skills have served you well. I for one am glad for it, though I must confess it will be nicer to have you around for a change." Verik gives Taisper a conspiratorial nod then, which looks strange coming from him. "Well if you are to keep up pretenses as an Initiate of Abadar...again...then we need to fetch you some simple white robes...and it wouldn't hurt you to attend my sermons in Sanctuary every so often you know. There is so much else I have to relate to you...but that can wait until our return and we have the Brevians out from underfoot eh?"
Zander moves up to beside Gregory and whispers. "Be ready. No violence unless in defense. No blood unless steel is drawn. Just follow my lead if there's trouble."
Corwin also experiences a crushing wave of disapointment when Jeminis resurrection fails to materialise. This was where everything was to be put right, put back the way it was supposed to be.
A low growl builds in his throat. He finds himself gripping the handle of his axe although he cant remember placing his hand there.
At Taispers pronouncement he doesnt hesitate, stepping up to place himself at the young inquisitors left shoulder and staring balefully at the target of his accusation. Someone is going to answer for this. Abadars oath on it!
Archbanker Vinodragov draws in a long, ragged breath and draws himself together. He stands, brushing the dirt off his hands and then shaking it off his robes. He shakes his head silently, the tears disappearing from his face. He points at Taisper, accusation in his eyes. "No! There is a reason that she did not return, but it does not lie in my faith! I have seen you speaking to that devil-worshipper, conspiring with him against Abadar!" He seems to have regained his strength and composure, growing more confident with each word. "I see the sorcery that clings to your words like a stench of filth. I know that you have prevented Jemini Lebeda's return, for the purposes of your dark lord and master. I name you, follower of Asmodeus, and I Judge you! No more lies shall escape your lips!" He points at Taisper and clutches at the key he wears upon his waist. Silence falls upon them both as his divine magic draws all sound away from them. He says no more words, but his eyes alone say enough.
Taisper stands firm next to Corwin as the Archbanker's magic washes harmlessly over him. His face is impossible to read. "You don't know? You really don't? Well. Okay, alright then. We can do it that way, too." The inquisitor turns to the Lebedas, his demeanor suddenly completely calm, almost laconic. Even though he faces the nobles, he speaks loudly and clearly enough for everyone to hear him. "Hey guys. Hey, I know we don't know each other really well, but I fought by your daughter's side. Loved her like a sister. This man, here, the Archbanker, he ignored the advice of Berrin, our leader, who told him explicitly to first use a spell of Speak With Dead before attempting the resurrection. I dunno why he ignored that advice, but he did, and now he's wasted a lot of time and money. I can't say for sure why he's doing these things, but, just my opinion? I'd maybe check him out. Or chuck him out. I mean, now he's accusing me of worshipping Asmodeus? Me? Who fought at stagfall, who helped bring down the Stag Lord, who now works to make this land great. Do you really want a guy like Vinodagrav here, such an intolerant hothead, assisting you? I dunno..." Taisper gives the archbanker a severe and dubious look, then returns his level gaze to Lord and Lady Lebeda. "If I had any power? I'd relieve him of duty and start an inquisition." He says this last with a narrowing of his eyes at the two nobles.
Verik stands fast where he is near the Lebedas, his arms extended out to them but with his eyes fixed directly on - or slightly above - Jemini's wrapped body. He continues to murmur what must be a prayer or mantra and otherwise appears to be oblivious to the charges leveled by Vinodragov or Taisper's response to them, though Verik does draw in a gasp-like breath at one point and makes a waving motion with his left-hand, taking a half-step forward towards the body.
What is it? What is happening? It isn't clear? I cannot see enough! Why are Mother and Father looking so shocked. What are they frightened of? Jemini's anguish physically rocks the boat; and it takes a scary moment before she actualizes herself enough to keep still. What is this? Verik! Verik at least; like a solid rock among all the tumult. Something. Something is going on. But as Verik said, I cannot mother them all the time. I have to trust. Trust Sarenrae, Iomedae and Irori. And Abadar. Trust my comrades. Trust my parents. Faith! Hold on to it!
The sound of metal scraping on metal sings through the morning air as Berrin slowly draws his greatsword from it's sheath on his back. "You might wana start talking some more sense there banker." he says to Vinodragov. "I hear allot of words coming out of your mouth, but not much sense." he warns.
In a way, when the view onto Verik and her parents fades, Jemini feels relief. Verik would surely somehow misunderstand, and there would be some form of escalation; but in the end everybody involved had a good heart and good intentions. That would be enough. Surely it would. Sarenrae, oh please let it be so.
The Archbanker sputters in anger as his magic does not quiet Taisper. He motions to his acolytes, who gather close to him. "You are a fool! What you suggested was nothing more than a trick of foul necromancy. Such magic does not contact the spirit beyond the veil, but rather just animates a simulacrum with vile magic. Do you suggest that Newhaven go the way of Geb? Or would you prefer your diabolic benefactors, devil worshiper?" He points to Berrin and Corwin, who stand stalwartly with Taisper. "Have you thrown your lot in with this one? I intend for a reckoning, and you will not wish to threaten me!"
Lord Lebeda, watching with his inscrutable eyes, finally interrupts him. "Archbanker, perhaps we ought to move from this place. It is no site for conflict, being where Jemini sacrificed herself for her friends. This man was amongst them. If you intend to begin an Inquisition, such is your right. But it will not be on these grounds, nor will it be today. We are all upset that Jemini is not here, but I will not give up hope. I trust my daughter, and I trust that she stayed there for her own reasons.
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Taisper nods. "An Inquisition? Is that even a real thing? I didn't think anyone actually did that." He calmly walks past the Lebeda delegation, pausing by the young beauty so vexed by his actions. He gives her his most winning smile and nods politely. "Ma'am." is all he says. He then keeps walking over to where the horses are.
Alright then. That's enough of this business for one day. On to Brevoy now, I guess...
Verik rushes forward right up to her fading spirit, in desperation to see her for as long as he can and to get a few last words in to her as he can. He mouths each word and gestures to try to give more understanding to them. "Warlord? Choral? You mean CHOOOOORAALLLLLLL?" He nods or shakes his head as if a question, but then sees she is almost gone now. "JEMINI WE ALL LOVE YOU!" Mouthing this he gestures back to her parents and then puts a hand on his heart. "BE STRONG AND TRUE!" He puts his hand to heart, head and then makes a strong fist and nods to her, giving one last smile before she fades completely.
When she is gone, he drops his hands to his sides and bows his head. Great Master, I thank you for this chance to see the truth, to try and understand what unfolds here. Please grant me the strength to now do what I must to lead your good works in Newhaven, for I must stand against one of your own who would only ruin progress, who does not understand what I understand. I pray for your guidance and correction if I err and displease you.
“Jemini!” Verik mouths other words but does not give a voice to them, rushing forward several steps to stand right before her body. He does not look down, however, but straight ahead, gesturing with his hands and mouthing words silently. Then, suddenly, he stops his rather bizarre actions and bows his head, standing still for several more moments.
When he raises his head and turns around, his eyes are hard, his voice raised in anger. ”You are the FOOL here Archbanker of Brevoy, and in more ways than one. While I can now proclaim to this assembly with full knowledge that you were not the cause of the failure to bring HER back, I cannot dismiss your many other failings.”
Verik begins to step towards Vinodragov slowly, speaking with resolve and determination, but his words aimed solely at him, with one hand on his symbol and the other pointed at him in accusation. “Why do you only incite DISCORD and CHAOS on this CONSECREATED GROUND, blustering and blathering LIES to answer for your sin of pride? It has no place here in Newhaven, and YOU do not have jurisdiction here. Inquisition you say? Reckoning you rant? PHAH! What droll drivel you speak! I myself can cast right now a simple Abadar’s Truthtelling – perhaps you have heard of that one Vinodragov - to have Tasiper prove he is of Abadar in his own words, with the golden key chiming in truth for all here to see. As if that was necessary. Inquisition? Nonsense! Oh but by all means let us bring the Justicars to Newhaven and Brevoy, for I have nothing to hide from them. What do you have to hide? Hmmm yes I wonder…”
Vinodragov's eyes flash with anger at Verik. He turns to him with a cold fury, his teeth clenched in anger. Clearly, he is stinging from Taisper's ability to shrug off his rebuke and looking to assert his authority. "You are hardly a step above an Initiate Clerk! How dare you cast aspersions at me! You dare suggest that we forgo with formal investigation, as passed down by the Lord of the First Vault? Do you believe that you are the only one not bound by the rules, to rule by whim alone? I, too, would enjoy casting you out without a hearing, but I believe in the vision of Abadar. When I return to New Stetven, I will send for a neutral third party to Judge this dispute. So it is written in the Order of Numbers, in General Order 301, Section A-3-6. I suggest that you might find a suitable counselor for Initiate Stosz, as you appear to be unfit for the task. You might also wish to be prepared for any of information that arrives out of this Inquest." His words carry a threat towards Verik as well, unspoken but present and thick.
He then turns to Lord Lebeda, the fury escapes his countenance. "I apologize for this dispute, my Lord Lebeda. It is a Church matter that should have been handled internally. It seems that the newest Bank needs more hands-on management than it has been receiving. It was not my intention to mar the hope of this day. I will bring your daughter back at no further cost to you. The Church remains a valued partner, I hope. Our friendship has brought the tenets of Abadar to so many places thanks to you, and I hope that you can see the benefits that your loyalty has reaped upon House Lebeda."
Lord Lebeda nods and offers a look that brooks no disagreement. "Yes, of course. I understand quite well." Lady Lebeda nods as well, starting a ripple effect through their retinue. "Let's put this behind us. I'm sure that it is nothing more than my daughter's usual willfulness. She will return, happy and whole, in her time. Shall we return? Silverhall is not far, and we would be more than pleased to have your company before you return to New Stetven."
Charon continues pushing the boat up the Styx, closer to the gates than they would like. Out of his dark hood, he speaks. "Hell. More accurately, its first layer, Avernus. That figure up there is the archdevil Barbatos, who decides which layer each soul should initially be damned to. You should not linger here. You would not enjoy what happens to those who cannot be damned, nor what happens to those who can."
Verik nearly withers under the heat of Vinodragov’s words and his newly rediscovered presence. An Archbanker of the Master, declaring him unfit and barely above notice by one of his power. All that Verik stands for is so easily dismissed and swept aside by the greatness of one such as Vinodragov, and his easy recall of the tenets of the Order of Numbers makes Verik keenly aware of his own poor memory, knowing that he could never debate such a one in a Tribunal of Law over the minute details. His face grows pale, his ears throb and his hands become sweaty. The Lebedas clearly seem to agree with his words, his logic, despite the truth of what has just unfolded before all of them. Family or no, the Verik who took the Key as a full Cleric would have never spoken in such a manner, would have put himself forward for punishment and forgiveness, concerned more about the interpretation of laws by his superiors and what was proper and expected of him.
But then Verik thinks back to the tutelage of Venerable Master Knesh as they traveled to other lands, Knesh’s many words and tutelage to him that he only now begins to truly understand, the awakening within him of the Call of Enlightened Order that gave him true inner purpose and strength within the Church. Verik thinks of all these things and the trials to get here from Absalom up the Sellen, and why he was chosen to come here. Verik was chosen, and not one of Vinodragov’s cronies. Whatever Taisper’s role was in coming here was not happenstance either, that much Verik now knew. Vinodragov was false somehow, and moreover would be the death of whatever Newhaven needed to become. That certainty spurred Verik onward. The corrupt strings must be cut before they became chains. Verik’s interpretation of the sanctity of independent Banks representing that land’s people would have to do.
”Call your Judge, and I shall call mine. Until that time I am the High Cleric of Newhaven and the lawful representative of Abadar here, and you have no more direct authority in this place than the Archbankers of Oppara, Korvosa or Absalom. Respect is entirely another matter, but you have withdrawn more than you could possibly repay in a lifetime. But I shall repay the one debt I owe to you for your good works here.”
He takes a small pouch of coins from his belt and tosses it at the feet of the Archbanker’s acolytes. ”Your sycophants can fetch that for you. There is my payment for the one copy of Manual of City-Building, the only assistance you have deemed fit to provide me to-date. Of your ‘investment’ to Jemini, those terms were with you and her and will have to wait her return. Of your other edicts and orders, I find them to be of inconsequential value. I will find what else is needed to build the Master’s works from down the Sellen, and await the Truth to be shown.”
Jemini squeezes Nikolai's hand reassuringly. Even now his hand dwarfs hers, but the shared warmth between them makes the painful passage all the more bearable. Poor Nikolai; even when we make it through all these ordeals - he still has to face the apprehension and fears of the world on the other side. Irori, please give this man the wisdom to carry his burdens and make the most of his opportunities.
She smiles weakly to Charon, "We linger only as long as it takes for our ferryman to push onwards."
Are they trying to start a war? What has gotten into them
Zander sighs and nudges Gregory, "Alright. Let's see that this ends peacefully."
He steps forward and raises his hands, "Alright. Seems nothing is going to happen today. Let's see that it stays that way. It sounds like judges will be called. Let us remain calm till then. This event is over. Everyone see to their charges and let's get back to the trading post."
During this brief speech, the stag helm seems to focus on the guards and attendants seeming to direct the force of the words at those that might be tempted to rashly defend misplaced honor.
Restov teems with people of all sorts. While it makes Zander fairly uncomfortable (especially given that he cannot reasonably wear his stag helm, and must make do with Verik's magical disguise) to be in such a large, poverty-stricken place, Taisper is nearly glowing with the vibrancy of the city. By official reckonings in the last census of 4700, some 18,000 people live in the city itself, with likely another 20,000 in the farmlands that surround the city on rolling plains. The Swordlords boast that it would be the largest House if united under a single lord, but the truth is that New Stetven itself has more citizens than all of Restov's holdings. Still, while Restov is not nearly as large as Alkenstar City with its ironworks, nor is its sky quite so polluted, but there are still quite a few similarities. However, while in the Mana Wastes, magic is unreliable at best, there are magical wards and signs here. Most are fairly crude illusions, hardly more than cantrips of charlatans, but there are a few well-designed or clever spells that Taisper can see with his Sight. Alexius, for his part, simply looks uninterested. Compared to the diabolic majesty of black marble that is Egorian, this likely must seem a backwater colony to him.
The trio set out from Oleg's, taking their leave from their friends following the fiasco at what was supposed to be Jemini's raising. Already, the news had traveled faster than they had. The talk in the inn that they checked into was about what had happened there, and the likely repercussions that the Archbanker might visit upon them. While Taisper had wanted to listen, Alexius had paid for their room (with a Chelish-minted coin, he noticed) three nights in advance and ushered them up to it. With the door closed behind them, the young man turns to Taisper and Zander. "So. Restov."
After Taisper and Zander left them at Oleg's, taking Alexius with them, the others returned to Sanctuary. Berrin, Tandlara, and Corwin made the trip along with the rest, quietly speaking mostly among themselves and with Oleg and Svetlana. The trip back to Sanctuary was quiet, even with the dozens and dozens of settlers with them. It seems that a pall of sorts has settled upon them with Jemini remaining dead, and that it precedes them into Sanctuary. Dozens of people are holding a vigil in the center of the Stag Lord's old fort for their fallen leader as they enter. Even though most of them had not met her, Jemini's heroic sacrifice formed the foundation of their faith in Newhaven. To see her denied the reward of a return to life upsets them greatly.
Berrin heads into the throne room without saying anything, tired and discouraged. Kesten follows him, hailing him as he takes a seat in any seat but the throne itself. "My lord, your people need you. Dealing with the petty squabbles and power struggles of those born into nobility is not your strong suit, but the peasants like you. The troops like you. They may admire and revere Jemini, but they hold her on a pedestal. They know your flaws and they love you for it. You're one of them, and it's time for you to go out there and be part of them."
"..Don't call me lord.." Berrin mutters with a sigh, pinching the brow of his nose as he near collapses in the unfortunate chair that got selected to carry his armed and armored weight. "I just want to kick off my boots and get a glass of vine... I want my head to stop aching, the world to stop spinning and I want Jemini to haul her ass he says with a sudden fury, pounding his fist on the chairs arm a sudden fire comes over his eyes and he stares at Kesten. "What the hell happened back there? Can you please explain it to me?" his fury seems to melt back and suddenly he's just tired again. "Aww hells. I didn't understand half of what went on at Stagfall. It was like I entered a room at the end of a joke, only hearing the punchline and smirking like a boot-lick to not look an ass! I feel so bloody humiliated Kesten, I feel so out of my element like you wouldn't believe. I mean... How did the raising of Jemini turn into an Abadarian word-fight, I mean.. they were fighting right? Threatening a bloody inquisition on Newhaven an' all. I thought Taisper was an inquisitor. Bloody hells, now were fighting the Abadarian church as well!?" he whines, moaning he trows up his arms and falls back into his chair, moping.
Finishing his tirade Berrin stares into the darkness for a bit, reflecting on the events at Stagfall, wondering about why Jemini didn't come back and trying to figure out why her parents would listen to that snake of an Archbanker. Coming to no conclusion he just sighs, feeling empty, drained. 'The show must go on. I should have been a bloody bard for all the acting I'm made to do.' Gathering himself he pushes himself to his feet, "Alright. Let's go." he mutters to Kesten, giving him an accusing glance, like his misery was all his fault, as he heads out the door of the hall.
Coming out into the center keep Berrin leans over a rail breathes deep, taking in the scent of the people, listening to the reverent quiet of so many people. 'They love her as much as I do, even those that never even met her.' he thinks as he eyes the crowd. Sighing he detaches himself from the railing and heads into the crowd. As he approaches he is relieved to be greeted with friendly nods, turning into firm handshakes that turn into pats on the back which turn into sincere embraces and muttered encouragements, someone thrusts a lit candle into his hand and helps him to a seat near the center of the crowd. Berrin is quite blown away by the greeting, never expecting to feel so welcome and safe midst so many strange faces, to be reassured and told 'I'm sorry' by gentle wives as well as men. Sitting there in silence Berrin just gapes in wonderment at the unconditional love the group shows him, the smiles and the reassuring nods. 'Frack!' he suddenly realises, 'They want me to say something!'
Getting up hesitantly he wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his sleeves, smacking his lips as his mouth goes dry, looking for a moment like a cornered animal he suddenly freezes. Catching an eye in the crowd, he sees again the smiling faces, the concerned looks and the reassuring nods. Feeling the tension ease from his shoulders a smile creeps across his face, his back straightens and his posture becomes more at ease.
Clutching the candle to his chest he stares into the light a bit and then blinking, turns to the assembly. "Umm... hey guys." he says, raising his hand hesitantly in greeting, receiving a murmured 'hey ya' and some quiet laughter from the crowd. "So, eh.. Thanks for comin' out, I really appreciate it umm.. We. really appreciate it.. Ya'll know 'bout Jemini right?" he asks to some muttered replies of 'yes', nodding heads and tears coming to the eyes of more than a few, "That she didn't come back, right? Yeah.. It's tough, right? Yeah, sucks." he continues, having half a conversation with the crowd. "We all miss her terribly, yeah, I know.." he says, laying a reassuring hand on a crying good-wifes shoulder as she brings a cloth up to cover her eyes, sobbing. "So eh, y'all know me right? I'm not much for words. Unless I'm boasting that is, heh... Or sweet talking maybee... or eh.. when I'm eh.. in my cups.. then I tend to say to much don't I? Heh... Well. I'm stone sober now, ok? Sees I'm out here talking with ya an' I haven't had a drop! I must be goin' insane, doing this.." he says, turning in a circle to meet as many eyes as will, drawing nods, quizzical looks and laughs in even measure. "So eh, Jemini would give a big speech, like, tellin' us to stay strong, or, how we must have faith an' be good to one another an.. an.. and well, now it's me, tellin y'all the same. We all need to be strong. We all need ta stick together. We all need ta have faith in Jemini's return. We're a fledgling nation, you an' me, we're like a newly hatched bird, baskin' in the sun, no wait... that's not right..." he trails off, drawing more quizzical looks. Catching his train of thought, chaotic as it is, he looks back up, all fierce with a clenched fist to make emphasis. "We need to protect that bird! That's it. We need to fight for that birds life, right? We need to stick together, with torches an' swords, hammers and bows, and stave off the groping fingers of the greedy bastards who'd take our bird from us! Who'd wring it's neck if they got their paws on 'it! Ya get me? Yeah?" he finishes with a question, nodding fervently, looking into the eyes that stare back for agreement, receiving nods and murmured 'Aye''s. Nodding his own head Berrin lapses into silence, feeling his word spent he looks at his boot, staring in the following silence. Sighing he makes to leave, thinking the crowd hated him and his mock of a speech, but stops at a gentle touch on his shoulder. Looking up he sees smiling faces, not the drunken type he's used to, but the content types, seeing the smiles he knows that he's accepted. Maybee it wasn't the greatest speech ever given, but it was him giving it. Guessing that gave him a certain discount on substance regarding speeches Berrin sits back down to share vigil with the crowd, pleasantly surprised, again, when a warm body snuggles up to him and looking down, big brown eyes framed by auburn curls stare up at him, smiling a smile from beautiful, full lips.
“So I threw the pouch of coins at his feet, and told him that was the extent of my ‘debt’ to him and the Bank of New Stetven.” Verik sighs miserably and takes a drink of the honey mead that Jhod gave him as they sit in Jhod’s simple but newly-built house. “And that was that…well after a few more retorts and threats. So now I am cut off from his ‘grace’ for certain, and Newhaven will suffer some for what I have done I fear, but I could not suffer Vinodragov to have his hands into what we are trying to build here, for he will twist it all to some mockery of Druma, or more likely another Brevian barony that many of these new settlers are fleeing from already.”
He sips his mead and muses darkly. “I cannot allow Vinodragov to witch-hunt Taisper and the rest of us. He has too much power as it is – the Banks of the Brevian towns should all have relative independence and autonomy to reflect their people and way of life, but as I hear it he controls the other Banks from New Stetven with impunity. So he would do to Newhaven if I let him…”
Verik looks over at Jhod and gives him a wry smile. “So what do you think of that my friend? Quite a conundrum that you fellows of Old Deadeye would find quite humorous eh? The Abadarian cleric worried about what the Abadarians will do to us? Hah! Hmm…well I must find a way to get my letters down the East Sellen to Absalom, for I fear it is the only way to receive fairness and justice in this matter, and perhaps even aid if they see the truth of my claims. I realize now that my four prior letters since arriving to Brevoy – dutifully discharged to the New Stetven Bank for transport mind you – were probably never sent and destroyed, or their replies never delivered to me, because of the Archbanker's meddling. Four letters to Absalom in the near-six months I have arrived here, and not a word! If I have been abandoned or dismissed by those who sent me then so be it, but I must try again. You have traveled these lands much more steadily than I have, and Akiros at least knows about Mivon. Is it possible to travel from here to Mivon, so I can contract with a merchant to head down the East Sellen?”
Even before he finishes speaking, Jemini notices a fourth figure on the boat. In one moment, it is simply her, Nikolai, and the ferryman. In the next, a woman sits calmly at the prow of the boat. She is beautiful, almost blindingly so, with hair as black as the Dark Tapestry and lips redder than fresh-spilled blood. Her eyes, though, are a deep violet-red, and a faint hint of sharp teeth and horns clearly mark her as inhuman. Jemini takes a step back, startled by her appearance, which rocks the boat. The woman delivers a throaty laugh. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you. The water is not safe for swimming." She stands gracefully, wearing a thin robe that does little for modesty, and offers her hand to Jemini and Nikolai. "I am Asheyana, servant of Barbatos and Asmodeus. What brings you to our humble land?"
"My lord." Two little words, so full of promise and hints. How the young woman is able to pack so much sensual suggestiveness into just two words is something that Berrin is wholly incapable of understanding, but very much responsive to. "I am Esmerelda Ludovan, recently of Varisia, currently of Newhaven. I see how much your people love you, and it makes me want to know you better." Each word is delivered with a tone that suggests things that would make Verik blush if he was there to hear, a whispery flirtation. She looks to be a girl of fairly simple means, wearing a plain green dress that accentuates her feminine figure in a way that highborn ladies would pay a tailor hundreds of pieces of gold to imitate. "Berrin Myrdal. I've heard stories of you from the girls in Restov." She leans forward to whisper into his ear. "I hope that they're true."
Jhod laughs somewhat jovially at Verik's tale. "Yep. Seems to me that you should be worshiping Erastil with me. Once you get into cities and civilizations, it becomes survival of the fittest. People forget about the common good, the community itself, and only become interested in what benefits them. It's why you see such crime in the cities and don't see it in the villages. In the village, everybody knows everybody. If you are a thief, you're stealing from a neighbor, and really from the community itself. In the city, if you are a thief, you don't know your victim. Society itself is weakened because there are no social bonds that connect everyone." He takes a sip of the honey mead. "But that wasn't what you asked. I can't return to Mivon, and Akiros definitely can't without getting cut to pieces. The land between here and there is very treacherous and untamed, far more than the lands between Sanctuary and Brevoy. There are bandits, yes, but they're not the ones to worry about. There are monsters down south, the likes of which would make your blood run cold. I heard tales from a village about a troll who had named himself King of the Wild, and laid waste to every human town in his domain. I don't know if it was true or not, but it goes to show you that things are dangerous down there when such a tale would even be possible. If you want to send a letter, I suggest doing it with a very, very swift horse."
Taisper claps his hands together loudly, causing a cloud of road dust to fly off his gloves in a choking cloud. "Yes! Alexius! Restov! Isn't it great? The best thing about cities of a certain size is the larger social network and services net available to help people out! It's not just survival of the fittest like it is out in the wild where things can threaten you daily. Here, there are whole groups devoted to helping the destitute, gettin' 'em back on their feet. And there's not just one baker or tinker or what-have-you, there are many! And crime! If there is crime, there are police! Unlike in a village where the people have to mete out their own crude and corruptible frontier justice, in the city there are police, gendarmes, those who keep things in order. Cities are wonderful, Alexius, and it's time we branched out anyway." The inquisitor walks over to the room's window and looks down at the street below.
"For the common criminal, there is the police, but two men have been Judged, Alexius, Zander; two men. The Lord Mayor and now Vinodograv. This city will give us easy access to the Lord Mayor, as I understand it, but Vinodograv, he's a bit of a different story. Still. Both these jobs have the same starting point, y'know?" The inquisitor goes over to his pack and pulls out two small, crude, wooden boxes and two tiny burlap bags that *clink* softly when he sets them down. "Another excellent point about cities; in addition to the variety of places to buy normal things like rope and cupcakes and grain and knives, you can also buy things you cannot purchase in villages or in the wild, and I'm gonna get some of those things." He turns and grins at his companions. "I need to see about finding the addresses of the Lord Mayor, where I may have a letter delivered to him. Same for Vinodograv. I need to visit an Alchemist, and a tinker, and a woodcarver, and a calligraphist. There's a lot of work to do, you two, so we should get to it! I'll go start my shopping if you guys want to tell me what the Lord Mayor's schedule looks like, and where he takes deliveries. Someone like him has gotta get correspondence somewhere, and we need to know where."
With that, Taisper starts whistling and takes his coinpurse and an empty pack and heads out the door.
"Ummm... eh!?" Berrin sputters in surprise, feeling his blood begin to rise at Esmeraldas light touch against his body. A slow smile spreads across his face as his brain slowly catches on, turning into his best grin as he drinks in the sight and smell of her. "A varisian eh? Well, I actually have a little varisian blood in me, from my mothers side. I guess us Myrdal men must share an interrest there." he says not quite believing his luck, but determined to tests it's limits. "Welcome to Newhaven Esmeralda. Sono certo che non ve ne pentirete.*" He says, taking her by the wrist and lightly kissing her hand. 'Fair wage for fair work, praise Cayden.' he thinks as he puts an arm around her waist with a murmured 'my lady' and guides her out of the halls toward his chambers. "A drink to whet you lips my lady?" he purrs into her ear, grabbing a flagon from a table they pass on the way out, offering it to her whole.
"I confess." he says, pouring a glass for himself and another for Esmeralda once they are in his bedchamber. "The past days have been droll, grueling. Frustrating. And you, my lady.." he says handing her the glass and raising his for a toast, "..you are exactly what I need." he says clinking their glasses together.
Clearly not caught up in Taisper's enthusiasm for Restov, Zander turns to Alexius and drones, "Cities...sounds awful. But I imagine this is still small by your standards. Why I would need more than one baker or brewer is beyond me. But watching a quarry? That is something I understand."
Zander furrows his brow in a bit of concentration and a succession of drab emotionless faces flick across his visage. He settles on one, "I can rotate a few of these looks to keep the stalking fresh.
After rocking the boat, Jemini sits down a little sheepishly. "Just... a bit unexpected. Though I guess I should've expected a visitation while traveling along the Styx." She smiles, cautiously, as she takes the offered hand into hers. "I am Jemini, of Lebeda, along with my companion Nikolai, of Rogarvia. We're... I guess you can call us travelers. We're on our way to Axis, but, as you can see, we're taking the scenic route."
From the alchemist; certain caustic liquids.
From the tinker; gears.
From the woodcarver; a pair of very fine boxes.
From the calligrapher, two letters, each personalized and signed.
Taisper is building presents. Presents for proud men, used to getting things from supplicants. Used to constant threats. This would have to be done right, and done one at a time. The inquisitor returns to the room and gets to work, awaiting the return of his friends, hopefully with good news.
"Survival of the fittest? No social bonds? Please Jhod, you are going to start again with this archaic and antiquated notion that all cities are subject to the rule of the mob while thorps and homesteads are not? That is why we have laws to govern men, and in any event you describe the worst elements of a lawless mining town, or worse still whatever the Stag Lord had going in this place before we defeated him. Why just the other day I..."
Verik stops in mid-sentence, looking first at his mead and then back at Jhod with sharper eyes. "Phah you cantankerous cleric, you're just goading me again aren't you? It's a wonder that I can actually suffer taking instruction on the healing arts from you twice a week! There is no reasoning with you on the merits of cities, so I shall not waste any more breath on it. Go and be that way, but let it not be said that I take up issue with those that desire to live a more rural and pastoral life - well as long as I do not have to smell their livestock from downwind every day!"
He swirls the mead in his cup a bit more as he enjoys the sound of his joke, but then turns back to something else Jhod had said. "I forgot that you had some trouble in Mivon, other than it was something you did not wish to dwell on. But if what you say is even a tenth true, then the way south is no way to go. I cannot risk that myself, and I cannot send someone to troll-country in my stead. Blast! I was hoping you would say the lake and river was navigable, but it seems these lands do not make anything easy, do they?"
Verik takes a final drink from his cup. "You know this is fairly enjoyable to drink, although I do prefer good wine. Ah well Jhod, my only recourse is to find a merchant ship on the East Sellen, and that means Brevoy and New Stetven. Perhaps we should plan on our journey in a fortnight or so back to Stagfall with some men to plant your tree and put in the rest of the stonework, and then I may strike out northwards to see if I can find a smaller settlement along the East Sellen, and then take passage down to Mivon myself. I need to discuss this with Kesten Garess to see if he can provide me a trusted man or two for escort. Most certainly I cannot book passage from New Stetven, as Vinodragov's spies will surely find me out I fear."
Zander will leave Alexius to gather any human intelligence. Instead Zander will locate the City Hall and set up a surveillance. He will initially watch the comings and goings. He will duck into alleys to change appearance every once in while to break up the suspicion of his actions
If it appears citizens enter the hall with impunity, he will brave a walk through, noting offices and exits. He will relate his findings to Alexius in case he wanted to do any specific task within the building to help Taisper's request.
Esmerelda takes the drink from Berrin with a smile. "Not only am I what you need, I'm what you deserve." Over the next half-hour, she plies him with ale and whispers promises in his ear. The world seems to shrink, leaving only the two of them. It seems as if she is the answer to a hastily-said prayer to Cayden Cailean for a beautiful, worldly woman with which to enjoy an evening. Her voice hums with promises of pleasure, and Berrin is a fan of pleasure. He downs every mug that she gives him, spurred on by her words (and actions) of encouragement.
"Well, my lord. Let me show you the benefits of your... position." She draws him by the hand, trying to get him to his quarters. She stumbles a bit and giggles, a picture of femininity even intoxicated by ale and lust.
She turns to face the Stag Lord. Honeyed words emerge from her poisonous red lips. "Nikolai, I know the pain and sacrifice that you had to endure. However, there is more coming if you continue with her. Come, leave this boat. Asmodeus will grant you his blessing, more than Jemini or Nyrissa ever could. The Winter Queen used you as a pawn, hardly more than a way to steal power from Choral in their everlasting war. You think that this one is different? She may protest, but you would not be here if your name was anything other than Rogarvia. She seeks to use you to throw her family's enemy from the Dragonscale Throne. She will never love you, Nikolai. Surely she has told you of her friends that fought against you. Do you think that they will accept you as one of their own? I can offer you so much more."
Taisper's easy charms serve him well, as do generous servings of alcohol for the regulars in the inn he chose to learn more about his quarry. It is across the city from the inn that he, Alexius, and Zander had checked into, but he knows better than to collect information at a place that he can be easily tracked at. His seemingly innocuous questions about the Lord Mayor turn up a few rumors, most of which seem at least somewhat reliable. The first is that Sellimus is liked, if not loved, by the people of Restive. He keeps the city clean and safe, but some citizens are critical of his obvious ambition and his open disregard for King Noleski. The second is that he is an accomplished Aldori Swordlord, having bested some of the finest swordsmen in the ritual duels so favored by those who have taken the Swordpact. He is apparently never without his Aldori dueling sword, which is finely crafted and magically worked. He is also never without his bodyguard and confidante, the half-orc Trellis Ganno; some cite it as a sign of progressive egalitarianism, but others hint at a darker role for the half-orc. The bodyguard apparently never leaves his side, to the point that a few at the bar think that the Lord Mayor must have taken him as a lover. Sellimus's romantic life is a point of some speculation, as he is neither married nor a father, bastard or otherwise. Many of the women talk winsomely about his handsome features, jet black hair, and easy charisma. Many wish to marry him, bit many would apparently be content bedding him.
Zander walks the City Hall, taking in its flow and features. He easily notices the presence of multiple armed guards (around half a dozen at the front at any given time), as well as the casual bearing of arms with the 'nobility'. In truth, the Free City of Restov has no natural nobility. Birth and station have little place here, beyond the natural advantages in regards to swordplay. Zander finds himself appreciating part of that, understanding it far better than the political manipulations and multigenerational feuds that the noble Houses participate in. By the end of the trek through the government seat, Zander is sure of one thing: it would be a suicide mission to try to bring open violence at this place.
Taisper... what has he been getting himself into? ...if ever there was a lost and confused wolf in sheep's clothing. Jemini shakes her head as the thoughts tumble through them. No time to dwell on Taisper now; the others know well enough to look after themselves and do what is right.
"Yes, temptation and sowing seeds of distrust. The evil that exudes from hell is subtle and tries to change the way we think so that we are more like them." Jemini squeezes Nikolai's hand reassuringly. "My gods were with me when my companions and I defeated the Staglord, and I was with Nikolai when his rage subsided and he became a man again. My death marked the climax of my life - and heralded the start of an afterlife that is a blessing on the souls that reach it. The heavens are a place far easier on the heart and mind than... than this," she beckons to the scene beyond. "My gods welcomed me into their realm. How can I regret or despise them for this? No. It is I who am at fault - I cling to my life and chose, on my own turn, to withhold myself from the heavens for now. It is a selfish thing to ask of my gods, to wait for me still, but they have accepted my choice and I am grateful to them for giving me the opportunity to try and reach out and finish what I started."
"I cannot speak for Nikolai, he is his own man; but unlike me he understands far greater what life has given him in the past and how his past carried him to this death and this afterlife." Jemini's face turns a little darker, "I must admit, the power of hell is truly daunting - how is it, that you can whisper sweet promises as these, when we can see clearly behind you what happens to those who succumb to these honeyed words?"
Asheyana smirks as Jemini speaks, but says nothing. When Jemini finishes, she turns to Nikolai. "Few of these people behind me made a bargain with any devil. They simply lived life in the manner that they decided. It was Pharasma who judged them and sent them here, not Asmodeus. We take our oaths seriously. For those who have something to offer Hell, we make special accommodations. Where do you believe you will be sent upon your judgement, Stag Lord? Even if you are granted a second life as a mortal, your previous actions are not wiped clean. You don't have to decide now, but make your decision while you are still in a strong bargaining position. If you decide that you wish to negotiate, do not hesitate: find a crossroads, anywhere in your world, and speak these words, 'Amanemodas Revos, Asheyana, Kanrethad.' I will come to make my offer again."
Nikolai is silent, morose even, but quietly seems to consider her offer. He turns to her, his eyes burning with disgust. It is not clear if that disgust is more for her or for himself. "Get out of the boat."
She shrugs and turns to Jemini again. "My offer extends to you as well, paladin. While I don't believe you'll take it, hardly anything surprises me before. Until then, good luck with Nikolai. Take good care of him until he is back in our service, one way or another." As she finishes speaking, she vanishes without a trace or a sign. One moment she is there, the next she is simply gone. They continue to float along the Styx, with Charon quietly pushing them along.
When Verik arrives to speak with Kesten, their young diplomat is speaking with Akiros about some military details. Verik listens politely until they finish. Akiros offers him a curt "Sir," then heads to continue training the small militia that guards Sanctuary.
Kesten gestures to Akiros as he leaves, explaining to Verik, "Even as both Sanctuary and Newhaven continue to grow quickly, our militia remains small. Akiros was asking if the Dragonscale Throne will offer its support if we are threatened. As I told him, it depends on who is doing the threatening. Pitax or Mivon, absolutely. Bandits, even under a new banner, probably not. One of the Houses... Well, that's complicated." After his explanation, he listens to Verik's request for information and thinks about it for a while. "Geographically, sailing over the East Sellen carries its own problems. Lake Hooktongue is difficult to cross in the best of circumstances, and most of the merchants have been avoiding it entirely for the better part of twenty years since they lost a number of shipments over it. You could try any of the tributaries that run through the Narlmarches, but those are even more dangerous. This is one of the advantages that we will have once we tame the land: if we control the only real passage from Brevoy to Pitax, Mivon, and beyond, we are very much in a position to leverage a good negotiating position. Gold will secure our safety more than anything else will. To get to Mivon, the traders are currently going through Brevoy, east on the Shrike River, and around the mountains until they can get onto the Levenies River, which sails straight into Mivon and bypasses most of the dangerous spots. But, since you have to go through Restov, why not just go there? There are still a great many discreet traders in the city who you can pay to deliver your messages."
Jemini keeps a stony face, but quietly thinks to herself: There is little that commends a soul to the welfare of hell; and there's never a bargain to be made with the devil. But if it is just my soul that I need to offer to give thousands a chance, then I'd do so gladly.
The paladin looks on a tad morosely as she considers the implications of her thoughts. She brightens up at Nikolai's response though, nudging him at the shoulders - "Well done, Nikolai. It takes a man that has found strength and pride in himself to send off a temptress in the employ of an archdevil. That is no mean feat."
She turns her attention to Charon, "If my limited understanding of the planes is correct - then you are a far more imposing figure than that devil. What did you make of her visit?"
Nikolai stares into the blackness of the water. Moments go by, or perhaps years, and he speaks. "What if there is no redemption for me? What if I return and work to undo the damage I have caused, but the weight of my actions draw me right back to this place? Wouldn't I be better off throwing myself into the water? Better to forget myself than to endure what might await me."
Zander gets back to his room. He sets ink to paper, mapping out the layout while still fresh in his mind. He also notes location of armed guards. Whatever Taisper is planning, it would be folly to try to directly accost the Mayor, not to mention his reputation with a blade.
His notes complete, he sits at the window watching the bustle below on the city's streets, glad for the privacy the room provides. Not for the first time he hopes Taisper knows what he is doing.
Berrin laughs heartily as he lumbers after Esmeralda, having the time of his life with the beutiful Varisian, trying to balance himself as he tries to catch her from falling as well.
Stumbling after her he tries to get a kiss and fumbles for the laces to her bodice as subtly as he can.
Verik looks at Kesten for a long moment, slowly nodding with a frown. "Of course Kesten you are right. I have been looking at maps of Avistan brought with me from Absalom, and on it the route up the East Sellen looks clear all the way to New Stetven. Of course Taisper and I came by river and caravan to Restov and I did not put the two together in my head. Thank you for this - my impressions of Restov were...less than impressive and well with the concerns over the Mayor's schemes..." Verik tries to sort it all out in his head as to what makes sense, far from anything that feels normal to him. "Well better Restov and the schemes of the Swordlords I suppose than the schemes of Archbankers and self-styled kings in New Stetven. I go to make some arrangements."
He turns to leave, then nearly forgets another purpose on his mind that he cannot allow himself to forget. "Oh and Kesten, though it is poorly timed perhaps with Zander away, I have pressing need to call for an emergency session of the Council - tomorrow morning if we can manage it. I...need to present news to the Council and it should not wait overly long. Can you persuade the others on this?"
Later, Verik walks to a place he has not been to before in the village, to a man he does not know well but has a connection with all the same. His thoughts of Restov preoccupy him as he briskly walks across the beginnings of a town square. Restov, Restov! Blast me and my poor knowledge beyond scrolls and dusty books. That is why we traveled so far east from Mivon, but I figured it was just the preferred route of the merchant captain. Well Restov is no center of order and enlightenment to be sure, and the "bank" of Abadar was little more than a merchant's gaming parlor by my standards, but Restov will not be a place that Vinodragov can easily stop me at, or can it? Do I have a choice? Well with Taisper gone off to who knows where and Zander besides, perhaps my choice for a guardian will do us both some good."
Verik arrives at the door of Corwin and knocks on it several times. The memory of Corwin's mangled body upon the field at Stagfall conflicts with other memories of him alive and riding his horse there and back in the past days. "Corwin? Are you there Corwin? I have a proposition for you to consider...that is if you are up to it."
"Perfect. So far." Taisper sets a gear into place with a satisfying and smooth *KLIK* and sits back in his seat. It is a new morning. He is visibly sweating, and sure enough gets a kerchief from his pack and wipes his forehead. He looks at the two boxes on the desk and smiles nervously. Each one has a couple last parts that need to be placed, but Taisper is too nervous to drop them into place right now. This is the first time he's ever done this, and he wants it to be done right.
"Perfect time" he says, "to take a walk and clear my head and get this last bit of information." The inquisitor takes a few minutes to push his hair back and under a kerchief. He forgoes his chain mail and just wears pants and a shirt. He feels naked without armor, but so be it. He puts on fake glasses, little silk gloves, and tries to change his demeanor to be a bit more foppish. He disgusts himself with the effort, but is pretty sure it'll work. He doesn't have anyone here to fool with whom he is very close, so this should be easy.
At first Taisper was upset with himself for not getting the Lebeda girl's name; the one obviously infatuated with Vinodograv and vice versa. But then he realized it was an accidental stroke of genius. His lack of request for an introduction just made him that much less likely of a suspect; muddied the waters even more. His eyes narrow and he smiles at the thought of the confusion he would wreak.
The inquisitor starts at the town hall . After getting the attention of a likely female clerk, he begins; "H-hello." he stammers shyly. "I, um, I was looking for information about the Lebeda family. About a girl in particular. She's, uh, very beautiful. Imeansoareyou! Soareyou! Um. Heh. I, I just want to learn more about the family. I'm going to their capitol soon, with my mum, and I saw her once -- the girl I mean, not my mum; I've seen my mum lots...and...uh...I..." pretending to be shyer and shyer, Taisper seems to shrink back into himself as he gets to the big question. "...I was wondering if...if I could...I...uh...I need to learn her name, can I find that out here? I wonder?" He gulps nervously, but gives a winning -- if bashful -- smile at the lady. "...gosh you're pretty..."
The woman that Taisper selects would be described by a charitable man as a rosy grandmother with a wealth of wisdom and a desire to assist others. An uncharitable man might describe her as a middle-aged busybody who enjoys gossip and meddling. Either way, she is the perfect person for Taisper to speak to, and seems utterly charmed by him. "Oh, look at you! You're more nervous than a fiddler with a broken bow! I'd love to help you!"
She sits him down with a thick book of heraldry and starts flipping the pages. She settles on a section for House Lebeda, marked by their crest of a white swan on a blue expanse at the beginning, with a smaller shield in the corner of each page. Their motto, 'Success through Grace,' is inscribed on the top of each page as their familial line is described. Each of their banner houses are described in detail as well. The clerk gives a running commentary as she pages through. "Well, the Lebedas have two daughters. I've heard from someone in a position to know such things that Elanna is secretly seeing the Regent, much to the horror of his sister." In Restov, even the most nobility-obsessed won't refer to Noleski Surtova as a king. "Their other daughter, poor Jemini, recently passed away in the Stolen Lands on some foolhardy quest to tame those cursed lands. I always felt that she was too willful for her own good. I heard from one of the people that was present that her parents brought the Archbanker himself to resurrect her, but she refused him! Imagine the scandal! Anyhow, I believe you are looking for Lady Lebeda's brother's wife's cousin's daughter, Calianna Petrovica. A lovely girl, and unmarried! I hope that you are from sufficient means, for I have heard that she has a taste for the expensive fashions all the way from Absolom. Now, I can tell you are not common-born, but are you of a merchant family or from one of the lesser houses?"
Alexius opens the door, seeing Zander sitting at the window. He strides over and looks out at Restov's streets for a moment. He continues to stand, staring at Zander with intense eyes. "Do you have what it takes in this quest? Taisper can do what is demanded of him, but are you willing to do whatever it takes? Will you shy away or press onwards when confronted with fighting the chaos that threatens daily to overtake this entire world?" He continues staring out the window, apparently not particularly waiting for an answer to his curt questioning. His dark hair swirls around his brow as a bit of wind blows in from the open window.
"Oh! H-hey thanks, you're so helpful and gosh that's nice of you to say. 'Bout my birth, I mean." Taisper twists his hands nervously and smiles. "I'm from Varisia," he lies, "I thought I was from a small village west of Abken, close to the Ashwood, but it turns out I was just, um, kind of, um, a s-sort of secret." He blushes and looks down. "If-if you take my meaning." he mumbles. "My mom was from that village, but my dad is cousins with Queen Arabasti. While King Eodred was fully in command, I was kept a secret, but now that auntie is pretty much running things, I'm able to be with dad. I only just met him a few years ago, it was so great to meet my dad! Oh, so great." He smiles what he hopes is the winning smile of a boy-child grateful to meet his father.
"I saw Cal-i-an-na at one of auntie's dances. I was WAY too scared to talk to her, though, boy howdy. But when dad said if I wanted to be part of nobility and "claim my birthright, "" -- here the inquisitor does his best impression of an overbearing father -- "that I'd need to go do some errands for the family, show my colors, that kind of thing. So now I'm out here, for him, pretending to be a homesteader in those Stolen Lands for a little bit, to see what's going on." He leans in conspiratorily. "...it's supposed to be a secret, though, so you can't tell anyone, 'kay?" He holds his finger up to his lips in a "shhh" gesture and smiles.
Taisper then sits back, looking worried. "Oh man. Fashion? From Absalom? Really?" He gulps in mock worry. "Well, I better get started then...thank you so much for your help! I really appreciate everything!" He stands up slowly, still wringing his hands nervously, smiles, and departs, heading back to his rooms to finish his Gifts.
Over the next four days , Taisper puts the finishing touches on his Gifts. He is disappointed that he botches one of the traps, but the other three all go perfectly, which elates him more than he'd care to admit, so he leaves things at that.
Live and learn, learn and improve. He smiles to himself.
On the fifth day, Taisper sits at the desk, alone. Each gift is very close to complete; the traps are set, the lids have only to be closed and latched for them to set. Taisper gets a small leather satchel that not even Alexius knows he brought. He sets it reverently on the table and slowly pulls out the contents; two Alchemical phials filled with preserving fluid.
In each phial is a human eye, specially selected, from his Currency.
Taisper takes the green eye -- for money, and greed, and jealousy, you bastard -- and places it in the box for the Archbanker. He then takes the black eye -- for rabble-rousing, troublemaking, and interference, you filth -- and puts it in the box destined for the Lord Mayor. He hopes each man will understand the message; "You are being watched."
Taisper knows his Gifts won't kill these men, not even close. He simply wants them to get the message, and understand they have made yet another enemy, one that is not to be trifled with, one that could strike at any time. If they only knew the value of what I was sending them, they would really understand the gravity of their situation. The boxes themselves are masterwork-quality items, carved carefully and artfully with scenes Taisper chose from the Book of Numbers and the Book of Order. They are lovely items any person would be happy to possess; useful AND beautiful.
The inquisitor takes the calligraphed notes. On the one destined for the Archbanker, he adds the initials "CP", in his best attempt to copy the elegant style of the calligrapher. He asked the woman who did the calligraphy to use a common style, that any official stenographer might utilize, as to help allay suspicion. If they are a secret item, she would not risk sending a gift slathered with her handwriting. She would hide in plain sight. I hope. On the message for the Lord Mayor, he simply signs it "Vinodograv".
Then, adopting his "milquetoast noble" disguise again, he sets out to find a courier service to have his items delivered. He asks that the item for the Lord Mayor be delivered immediately, but that the one for the Archbanker be delivered three days from now. Plenty of time to hit the road, and I've been here too long, anyway.
After returning from the courier, his Task now completed, he finds Zander and Alexius. He is beaming as he claps them both on the shoulder. "Gentlemen! Shall we return home? The city is nice, but we have a kingdom we are building, no?"
Alexius opens the door, seeing Zander sitting at the window. He strides over and looks out at Restov's streets for a moment. He continues to stand, staring at Zander with intense eyes. "Do you have what it takes in this quest? Taisper can do what is demanded of him, but are you willing to do whatever it takes? Will you shy away or press onwards when confronted with fighting the chaos that threatens daily to overtake this entire world?" He continues staring out the window, apparently not particularly waiting for an answer to his curt questioning. His dark hair swirls around his brow as a bit of wind blows in from the open window.
Zander rises from his window seat to look coldly into his companion's face. The scars on his face prevent the flush that would surely have colored his cheeks."Where do you get off challenging my commitment, I am here, am I not? Just because I didn't draw a blade on a horny old priest does not mean I am not committed. Perhaps I am just more concerned with the safety of those we lured out to that once bandit-ridden land rather than the working of the Church of Abdar."
Zander swings an arm out over the collection of Taisper's purchases. "You can't mean this...Taisper's revenge game. I will support him to the extent that keeps him from out right murdering these fellows. But I suspect you are hinting at something bigger."
Zander sits back down, realizing that there is little Alexis could say that would make him reconsider his commitment to his friends. Embarrassed that he rose to the strange man's barb "You were there for the big battle, but you have not seen what the Stolen Lands holds in store for us. We saw the retinue of those that walked these lands in the First World. The dragon, the riders, and the threat they pose. Is this what you speak..huh? Because it is old news. I pulled Verik out of a Tatzlworm's gullet, I pulled Oleg and his wife out of the burning trading post, think on that one when you look in this face....and I will continue to risk my life my friends and the people entrusted to me as Warden."
He stares a moment longer at the man, before finding it more comfortable to gaze back out the window. His heart pounding in his chest from the outrage. Psufffff, what does he know of me?