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You know that Araskr belongs to a well known merchant family, famous for their great vineyard and political influence. The inhabitants are said to have bases of operation on several planes of existence.

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Footsteps draw nearer as you wait in the shadows, then a whisper of a sound before a body crumples to the floor. The torch fell to the stone, rattling through the halls as it then rolled across the floor. After which, a woman calls out to you. "Jegan, I told you never to come here again. Last time I covered up for you, I was nearly killed. Had to pull in some major favors to keep my job. Do you know how crippling that little incident was for my business?"

Whoever it was stopped several paces from you. Beside you Jegan seemed to relax slightly and stepped out from the alcove, motioning for you to hold your position. He turned to regard the woman for a moment before she spoke again, her tone stern and threatening. "Take off the mask. Slowly."

From where you stood, you could see his eyes as he looked on whoever this woman was. There was something there, suggesting some bond but the nature of it eludes you. Jegan complied, raising his free hand slowly to then pull the mask down to rest at his neck. His face had it's charm, anyone could see that, that is, if they could look past the horrid scar that ran from the left edge of his mouth, back and all the way up to his hairline behind his ear. With some deliberation, you could determine that he had been victim to a particularly nasty torture. When the woman spoke again, her breath caught on the first word, sounding overwhelmed with relief. "Y-You still owe me a throne."

Jegan grinned, the contortion to his face doing odd things to the roped scar, before redonning his mask. "I need to get to Araskr, Illiea. Ruergh has betrayed me, and I suspect larger things at work after the kings death. It's not safe for me to use the Ways."

Moments pass, and you note that thoughout the exchange, he betrays little to nothing that would suggest you were there.

Roll knowledge planes, religion, or local, a sense motive, and a history or nobility check. Regardless of whether or not they're trained. You are free to act as you wish, or wait to hear more.

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Content with the fact that Kurai had chosen to follow, even just for the moment, Jegan made off down the long hall. Periodically he would look back over his shoulders to determine whether the guards had caught sight of them and followed. But as was soon apparent, they must have been waylaid by Kurai's trap. "They'll split up." He said one such time. "We should reach the next level before they catch up, but we should dispose of our friends there before we do. They'll be trouble if they follow us any further."

Jegan continued for some moments longer. Along the way are small alcoves where torches can be placed on the wall, but they were all empty. Soon you see another chamber lit up ahead. Jegan draws a short, slightly curved blade from its sheath on his shoulder and stops. "Let us wait for them here, if memory serves there should be two guards at the doors ahead. While I like parties, that one could get a bit out of hand even for me."

He then dashes into the alcove and presses himself against the wall, crouching low. There was room enough for two. Behind you it was as he said, torchlight illuminated the silhouttes of two guards making their way to you even then.

Jegan, ever the epitome of patience begins to walk away as the guards seem to close in on your position. But he stops and calls back to you, "Well, if you trust these portals to take you where you need to go, then I suppose you have no reason at all to come with me. I personally do not. I am clearly several tendays away from my destination. In any case, if there's something you're after, perhaps an arrangement can be made."

Standing in the darkened chamber, you begin to see the glow of a torch in the distance ahead of you and the sound of footsteps were growing steadily louder.

Grinning from behind his own mask as Kurai placed his trap, Jegan began to circle the room rather absent-mindedly. Though it was plain to the practiced eye that it wasn't. He was always careful to remain just outside of Kurai's range, and his eyes noted every movement. "I am Jegan. As for why I am here, I was betrayed. And I've only just arrived, though I did get to witness just how weak in the knees Sir Doesn't-Move-A-Lot here got when you showed up." He tossed a thumb indicating the fallen guard before stopping at the hall opposite from the portal he came in. To the right of Kurai's current position.

"I'm not so much aiming to get out as I am to get somewhere else. I simply do not want to be seen. If you come with me, I can lead you to the old escape tunnels. They come out into some unused sewer systems just outside the wall. But I would like to meet someone before we leave, if they're still here. If that's not too much trouble. But that would involve going up, and into more populated areas of the Keep."

As Kurai raised his weapon to strike, the guard brought the whistle in his hand to his lips and blew as hard as he could, knowing deep down that he was doomed he would fulfill his duty and sound the alert. The whistle shrieked loudly in the stone halls, echoing off the walls as it traveled.

Then the scythe bit into a gap in the man's armor as he tried to dodge, scoring deep into the flesh of his neck and severing his head, rendering the whistling into a bloody gurgling horror of a sound before he fell limp and silent before Kurai.

Admiring the exemplary bladework, Jegan slowly stands and calls out from the shadows of the portal door before stepping out into plain sight, seemingly breaking away from the shadows as if part of them.

Clad in black leather armor from head to toe, Jegan stands about 5' 9", is slenderly built and wears a finely made, wolf's fur cloak over his shoulders that drapes down just above his ankles. A black cloth mask covers the bottom portion of his face, and his black hair is stylishly cut. His skin is pale, as if he hadn't an ounce of sunlight in years, and his eyes are a vivid lavender/violet. He carries himself with total confidence and his voice is a charismatic baritone.

"They'll surely have guards swarming this place within a minute. I don't know who you are nor what you're here for, but I can help you get out of here." His eyes drop to the small crest of an eagle emblazoned on the slain guards' armor, then back to you. "Our goals may be compatible. Unless of course, you'd also like me to move. In which case, I would think I'd prove smarter than my predecessor here and actually move."

It had been long since he'd traversed to the material plane, and he had not expected that his journey be routed by a 3rd party. Expecting to appear before the gates of his ancestral home in Bruma, Jegan quickly steeled himself for the unknown as he approached a dark hallway with a lone guard. With little effort, he melted into the shadows, blending in perfectly as if they were family welcoming him home.

His appearance at first appeared to have gone unnoticed, but soon the guards darting gazes spoke the truth and the blade in his hand, held in a reverse-grip sang with a silent scream as if craving for blood as he began to run simulations in his mind for what was to come.

Before too long, another appeared in the old chamber. If he were to guess, Jegan would bet against any odds that this new arrival was no friend to the guard. Given of course the bloody scythe he held in his hands. Perhaps he could simply wait it out, but he quashed that line of thought when he saw the whistle the man dug out from beneath his shirt and clung to as if it would keep him safe.

Deciding that action was the better course, he outstretched his yet free hand toward the lone guard and as the shadows themselves begun to coil about his arm, loosed his innate magic that would remove any trace of his existence from the man's mind.

Using SLA Memory Lapse DC 15.
Target Will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Kelen's eyes went blank, as did his expression before shifting back to a wary stare as he repeats his request to Kurai. "I'm afraid this is a restricted area, if you do not leave now I'll be forced to bring you in."