Veigar exits the building and heads a short distance from the tower until he is out of earshot of the guards. He then grabs the nearest person he can see by the collar, dragging them down to his height and whispering in their ear. "I am better dressed and therefore higher class than you. I am also very EVIL and you would do well to obey me. You will answer my question and if you lie I shall destroy you. I seek the man known as The Rise, you will tell me where he is".
Garen raises an eyebrow as he sees Veigar grab a random person to whisper to. "That is one strange Yordle."
She shows you all out and wishes you luck on your journey. "Pleased to have met you all. Always a pleasure to meet people from the League."
The woman Veigar grabs lets out a small startled sound as she is pulled down to his height. Her slender frame easily gives when pulled and her large brown eyes look at you from underneath her long blond fringe.
Looking scared for a moment, images of muggings and kidnapping run through her mind til she hears the small mans words. "I..I...I erm. I don't know, I... here take this." She throws her bag on the floor in front of Veigar. Looking at the short man and his large friends as she does. "destroy me?" She blurts out more of a question as to whether you can destroy her.
"What did you say to her? I apologize for our colleague. He can get a little enthusiastic." Garen walks over and hands the bag back to her. "You should be on your way, and I am sorry." He then turns back to Veigar. "Was that really necessary? We can find The Rise without harassing innocent citizens."
Veigar releases his grip on the woman. "You are clearly useless to me and I have no need of your trinkets or money. I apologize for the inconvenience". With that last statement his voice loses its strange fluctuating tone and becomes almost normal, then he seems to cringe and turns to Garen, his voice returning to normal. "This is the fastest way to find information. Your logic is flawed, my methods will find him quickly. This means he will be unable to disappear, know that if I had wished her harm, she would already be devoured. She is no adversary of mine".
"Really? Because from what I saw, she was too scared to tell you anything. So your logic is the one that is flawed. If anything, all it did was waste time and make it harder for us to get information when she tells people of your methods."
"My methods are fast and effective, they cause no harm and give no chance for the victim to set up elaborate traps. They will answer honestly and quickly. I would like to see you do better by asking nicely Crownguard.
"Alright, that is a fair enough request." Garen will try to gather information from the locals without resorting to threats.
A small child runs past as you step out to ask the residents. Stopping in her tracks. "Hey your that guy from yesterday. Why are you at the guards are you in trouble?" her teasing voice turning from curious to accusing as she speaks.
"No, nothing of the sort. I do not suppose you could find out about a man know as the Rise could you?"
"I will return to finding the Rise myself. If he is a true clairvoyant he will already know our desires. That means he will send an informant to somewhere near my current location, he may also have made contact with us already". Veigar turns to the child and stares at her with his luminous eyes. "Girl, you will inform me where The Rise is currently located".
The child turns to Veigar and laughs. "Rise, you wont be finding him alone. He can see the future you know. He will know you are coming and if you want to hurt him he wont be there." She turns to Garen. "Are these your friends? I'm Lucy. Though the guys call Me Lucky. Rise is in washers Row, over the other side of town. They have all kinds of great things down there. Though..." She kicks the dirt and looks down sheepishly. "I am not allowed to go near it so don't tell ok."
She grabs a stick and draws a rough map into the dirt. "Down that way, then third left then....oh yes then right then you keep going straight, it full of tents and noise. It's really fun." with that she runs off. "Bye good luck hero's."
[b}"You could say they are friends. Hello there Lucky, I am Garen. Thank you for the help."[/b] Garen will take her directions and walk to washer's row.
Veigar follows behind Garen, his overzealous spring returned to his step. his eyes dart from side to side, peering at shadows, studying passers by with his piercing gaze and looking for unseen threats. It is difficult to tell if his over exaduarated actions are becuase is he is treating this search as a game, or becuase he is truely paraniod that he is being led into a trap.
You can see from the dirt map that the area you need is in the West area of town.
The weather is still good and the walk is a pleasant one. You do see a few people on the way who nod and great you as you pass. Before you reach the wall the building look well looked after and the streets are generally clean. You pass through the gates on the wall easily. The guards watch you as you pass but do not stop you.
This area of town is distinctly different, in look as well as in feel. It is clear the side you came from have money and this side does not. The houses look dilapidated and fixed up. The streets are less clean and the people you pass are less well dressed. This does not stop most of them smiling to great you or nodding as you pass.
Washers' Row is a tangle of open-air wash houses, launderers, and wagons and tents-while the bulk of those who live and toil here do so in the laundry and tailoring industries, there are some who practice other trades, such as Rise.
At the southern end of Washers' Row, a tattered banner hanging over the entrance to the small side street advertises "Professor Callivario's Stupendous Exhibition of the Outrageous and Sublime." Beyond this overly exuberant advertisement is a squalid setup consisting of little more than a series of rundown sideshow booths and carts with assorted games and amusements of the meaner sort. To one side, urchins pitch pennies at lily pads floating in a small, scum-covered fountain while a bored carnie looks on. Nearby, the sound of cats hissing and fighting arises from behind a cart where a small crowd of ne'er-do-wells has gathered to cheer and place bets. Everywhere lurk faces pinched with suspicion or hunger expressions worn by carnival workers and visitors alike. This is not the sort of place to be careless with a coin pouch.
Veigar, who was taking particular notice, see's a few more faces but they all seem friendly. He also notices that there is an abundance of purple in the side with money and an abundance of red in the other.
"We appear to have reached our destination, seeing as he knows where we will go I suggest we walk around randomly until he finds us". Veigar turns to lux, "Seeing as you underestimate me, and are keen on being careful, I think you should lead the way"
"I do agree that my sister should lead the way. Though walking around randomly seems pointless. If he know we are looking, we should find a spot to wait for him."
As you stand around looking to be found, in a place full of people looking to be lost you do indeed stand out.
A large rotund female moves from behind a stall and heads over to you "You folks lost? you don't look exactly like locals." she gestures with her arms for you to look around. "You looking for someone? something?"
"You are correct. We are not locals and as my sister has stated, we would like to speak with him. However, we are ignorant as to how to get in touch with him. Can you help?"
Veigar waits for woman to respond, slightly mistrustful of this new stranger.
The woman laughs a little and smiles. "He is that tent over there hun. Though take it with a pitch of salt ay love. Don't no one but the gods no whats coming." She points to his tent and then returns to her stall.
"Thank you." Garen makes his way to the tent.
Veigar bounces into the tent after Lux, his excitement flaring once again.
Within the stuffy, cluttered tent is a table covered in blue velvet stitched with moons, stars, and arcane symbols. A dusty crystal ball and a dog-eared harrow deck sit upon it. Behind this table sits an aged, bald man with threadbare purple robes and piercing eyes. His skin looks like t has taken on the same tone as the robe. Though it could be light, you aren't quiet sure. He gestures broadly as you enter and states in a tremulous voice, "The Amazing Rise sees all and knows all. A double fist of silver for a turn of the cards or a vision in the crystal; a treble fist of gold for the secrets of the multiverse."
He looks worn and figity but friendly enough.
"One turn of the cards will be enough for me." Garen hands over the asked for amount of silver and will sit down if possible.
Sasun stands outside of the tent, keeping watch, feeling that it is too small for his large frame.
Veigar's voice becomes higher and squeaker and he speaks, " I wish to know the secrets of the universe. You will share your knowledge and power". He reaches towards a coin pouch on his belt with his tiny hands.
He stretches his neck and cracks his fingers out in front of him.
"I do not normally get multiple visitors at once. Well not for a reading anyway." he smiles for a moment as a good memory plays in his head. "So secrets of the universe little man and a turn of the cards for you large sir."
He shuffles the cards with the delicate skill of a man who has been doing it for many years. Breathing deeply as he does. he twitches occasionally and looks impatient in his seat but he continues.
The diffused light and muted sounds for outside the tent give the whole show a dreamy feel. Non of you are under any illusions this is a show.
"All of you sit down in front of me and pick a card. Turn it face up anyway you like and put it on the table." he fans out his deck and offers it in reach of you all to pick a card.
Outside the tent the hustle and noise of the place continues. As you watch people do look at you and watch you for while but no one for more than the length of time it takes to walk past you. You can hear what goes on inside the tent clearly.
Garen takes a seat and picks a card.
Veigar takes a seat next to Garen, picks a card and without hesitation flips it over, placing it on the table.