Closed A Storm of Svefra (Rhov, Garland)

[Sayana]

Spring 61, 515 AV – 13th Bell, The Broken Casket Ever since Sayana had been confronted about gathering information she shouldn’t, she had been far more careful with her methods. She mostly overheard rumors, took mental notes as to who visited the tavern when, and occasionally asked the odd question. Recently there had been an influx of customers at the Rearing Stallion and rumors of fights breaking out at the Broken Casket. It seemed as though the people who now filled the Rearing Stallion just didn’t want to get involved and blamed the Svefra for causing the brawls. Yesterday the patrons had seemed especially anxious or nervous. There was something about a whole bunch of Svefra arriving to make their claims to Loren Dyres himself. Though that might have been something of an exaggeration. Nevertheless, Sayana’s curiosity had peaked and she had to at least see it for herself. The Eypharian chose to head up to the harbor that afternoon. She doubted anyone would be visiting the Broken Casket in the morning, yet she had her own job to do come evening. Hopefully there would be at least some people there to talk to. It had been steadily warming up and she felt little need to wear anything but her long red skirt and her bright sleeveless top. Her stomach was slowly starting to swell with the baby but it was hard to see and could easily be mistaken for some extra body fat. Still, she put a fond hand over her belly as she left her home. She had an assortment of five daggers attached to her belt as she wandered through the narrow streets of the city. Northwards keeping the Maiden District to her right and then left to pass the Bittern District and towards the harbor. As she inhaled the salty tang of the sea reminded her of times she played on the sandy beaches not far from Ahnatep. However, as she neared the harbor the first thing she noticed were vast number of ships moored to the piers. Even as she looked past them, there were still even more ships anchored further out. The harbor couldn’t normally be this busy, could it? That at least confirmed the first rumor, that the svefra merchants had gathered in Syliras… and in large numbers too. As Sayana looked about, she could see many of their race clustered in groups or doing various tasks in and around the docks. There didn’t seem as many as she would have thought, but maybe most of them resided on their ships. Regardless, in and amongst the svefra there were knights and squires, always in groups of two or three. Clearly it seemed as though the Order was anxious about such a large gathering of svefra. After a quick scan, Sayana caught sight of the sign with the crab that marked the Broken Casket. She nervously brushed back a few locks of her curly hair and then rested a low hand on the golden cobra hilt of her dagger. With her arms casually at her sides she opened the door and sauntered in. There were the usual stares but Sayana gave a friendly smile and even batted an eye at a couple of them. Though when she approached the bar to order something she was at a loss. It wouldn’t do to have a full meal since she had already eaten and yet she recalled Devi mentioning that it was good to limit her alcohol. “Have you something other than wine or beer?” Sayana asked the barkeep. “You mean our exotic fruit juices?” Replied the old man behind the counter. “Uh yes, that would be wonderful,” Sayana answered and glanced around the tavern. There were a couple of snickers and a mutter about her not being able to hold her liquor. She gave a glare in the direction of the culprits but it seemed to have little effect. The barkeep produced a glass of some juice and she provided the appropriate coin. With a sip of the drink she rested her right elbows on the counter. “Seems rather busy for the afternoon,” Sayana commented to no one in particular. The tavern only had a couple of tables empty and was otherwise filled almost exclusively with svefra. “Going to get busier too if last night was any indication,” the barkeep replied. “And why so many svefra?” Sayana questioned further. “Ha! As if you don’t know,” piped up a rougher looking man at one of the tables. He had long dreadlocks and several empty mugs of beer in front of him. “The mainlanders haven’t been treating us right. Taking advantage of us, taking us for granted. But what’s it to you? You ain’t from here nor there.”

[Rhov]

As much as Rhov disliked Gene Duval on a personal level, he had to admit the man was indeed well informed. It was due to there rather unique partnership that the Chaktawe had been alerted to a potential job. He had been hired by a third party to investigate and locate the perceived slights that the Svefra had suffered. While outside his normal purview of employment, Rhov needed the money and had given his word to complete the contract. To Rhov, his word was ironclad, unyielding and unbending once given. Despite the unorthodox request, Rhov would strive to complete the job to the best of his ability.

It was this drive which had lead Rhov to the open sky and endless ocean which overwhelmed the sights beholden to the Great Harbor. Being from the inner deserts of Eyktol, the seas of sapphire which glittered with a brightness unmatched by any jewel still mystified the youth. He found himself held rapt in wonder by the grandeur this swath of water presented. Every breeze thick with the exotic scent of the sea gave Rhov pause, and every sweeping tide made the Chaktawe's breath catch. The sight of this poetry given life filled Rhov with a humble happiness, almost enough to offset the terror which shook deep within him. While such an amount of water astounded the desert dweller, the dark depths which lurked underneath curdled his courage and made fear grow in its place. He had seen brave men and women leap deep into the dark abyss of water, and stood amazed when they surfaced with neither trepidation nor trouble.

Rhov never learned how to swim. When one is born in a land filled with seas of sand as opposed to water, such a precious resource is not wasted for trivialities or entertainment. Water was worth more than gold in those heat soaked lands, and the thought of submerging one's self so completely in its cool grasp remained a concept foreign to him. Even from the distance Rhov observed the crashing waves of royal blue, the vision still filled him with a swirling duality of emotions.

Need to focus. Need to get indoors, Rhov thought as he felt the draw of the ocean ebb away at his concentration. Solid-black eyes shifted with determined effort, scanning for a place of public rest. As far as Rhov figured, ale made for loose tongues. Loose tongues tended to wander, and, with luck, perhaps someone would share some local gossip regarding the Svefra. It wasn't much, but something was better than the nothing Rhov had to go off of now.

The blue-green image of a flat crustacean piqued the bounty hunter's interest, it's illustrated claws almost beckoning in design. A sign, rough in both material and calligraphy, peeked out from the side of the building. As good a place as any, I suppose. Rolling his shoulders with slight anticipation, Rhov entered the Broken Casket with his job in mind.

Not knowing what to expect from a seaside inn, Rhov found himself slightly disappointed at the scene which unfolded before him. The tavern was not filled with the usual din of uproarious laughter or casual conversation. No crowd of comrades sat with friendly inclination and open smiles here. Instead, the bar seemed overtaken with a muted atmosphere of unstated tension. Distrustful glares exchanged themselves freely between strangers, and the underlying anger between certain groups of people proved almost palpable. And in the middle of that storm of subtle rage stood a six-armed women beaming with friendly curiosity.

The woman leaned with casual grace against the bar, her long brown locks tumbling down her shoulders with effortless momentum. She was attractive, no doubt. Her body carried the curves of a woman in full bloom, a grown flower among the sea-faring tumbleweeds which surrounded her. Yet, alone as she was, she carried herself with cool confidence that dictated an intriguing intellect coiled behind layers of beauty. Even in a room full strangers, this woman found easy, if a little aggressive, conversation.

A man, carrying obvious callous and wear from a world harsher than the one Rhov knew, proved bold enough to engage the woman in verbal combat. His words flew freely and without restraint, showing obvious discontent from some underlying source of anger.He claimed that 'mainlanders' had injured the rights of his group. Mainlanders? Must mean he's from the sea. Svefra perhaps? He could be a good lead to get some information. He's angry, and men say many a stupid thing when irked. I should know that best of all.

First, however, Rhov needed to insert himself into this conversation. Without guidance, his lead could be lost and his efforts proven fruitless. "I'm all for sticking it to the Sylirans. Their too soft, safe in their little castles, and they don't know how easy they've got it. But I still live and work here, and I don't appreciate having my business disrupted. You won't find many friends here if no one knows why you're pissed," the Chaktawe submitted, hoping that his working-class perspective would find the Svefra more amenable.

[Sayana]

“Might have trouble finding friends? I know half the people in here by face and half of those by name.” The Svefra replied with a wave of his arm to the tavern behind him. “It’s you who might have trouble finding friends.” Sayana frowned at the burly Svefra. He wasn’t being the nicest, but maybe it was due to built up frustrations. She hadn’t expected the newcomer to arrive though. With his darkened skin it was clear he was from the southern lands and there was something about his eyes. She strained her memory to recall the various slaves typical of Ahnatep but she couldn’t pinpoint his race or culture. All she was sure of was that he wasn’t a Benshira. And it seemed like he worked hard at his business here in Syliras. “Well, you might have trouble finding friends who might help,” Sayana piped up. She wasn’t sure if the newcomer was prepared to actually help but she thought she’d give it a go. “And why would you help me?” The Svefra replied suspiciously. For a moment the Eypharian was at a loss for words. What could she possibly say to persuade him that she might actually intend to help him? Then a slow smile crossed over her lips. “Well, it would depend on what’s wrong in the first place,” Sayana answered calmly with a satisfied smirk. The Svefra chewed it over for a moment and realized she had led him into a verbal trap. “Alright…” he said slowly and turned to Rhov. “From businessman to businessman,” he said hoping to find some similar ground with the Chaktawe and avoid further manipulation from Sayana. “Now, while I appreciate that your business may have been disrupted, we svefra have been faring much worse. We’ve had our wares stolen, vandalism on our ships, and my friend nearly had his boat sunk from a hole punctured in the hull.” The Svefra spoke the last little bit in an undertone since the last thing he wanted was for people to start getting ideas. “Do you have any idea of who is doing it?” Sayana asked but the man simply shook his head. “No, or at least nothing with proof. That’s what you knights want, don’t ya? Proof.” He replied and gave a dismissive shake of his head. Clearly he hadn’t had much luck with the members of the Order. OOCFeel free to roleplay the NPC or other svefra at the tavern. I just don't want them to have an easy time figuring it all out.

[Garland]

"Again I ask, are you sure this is a good idea?" Garland asked his superior and Patron Knight, Sera Catherine, as they walked down the streets, heading towards the docks. The knight was wearing her regular armor and weaponry, but Garland on the other hand was only wearing his casual wear along with his hooded cloak and without his preferred weapon of choice, his bastard sword

"Yes it is. It's a good plan, and it will be good experience for you." The older female knight said and unstrapped the dagger on her belt. "Here, you're going to need this. A sword will attract too much attention and will be unwieldy in tight confines of the docks."

Garland took the dagger and strapped it on his belt under his cloak. "Right, I'll give it back later. But still! You know I frequent the docks because of a certain Sverfa girl! Are you sure that I should really be the one that'll be in the investigation? Some of the people here know my face."

"But, you know the area more than most squires, and know a Sverfa yourself! You would know how to act around them and integrate into their clique." She said and looked at the squire, giving a confused look on his face. "It'll be easier for you to join their gangs. See you're already dumb enough to pass for a swabby."

Garland paused and just quirked his eyebrow. "Hey! I understood what that meant, what I don't get is why don't the knights handle it? Seems like it's a fairly big deal."

"One word: Evidence. There's one thing I don't like about the knights and that's the need for evidence first before an investigation, but a knight can train his or her squire however she wants, and training for today is figuring out what the petch is going on with the Sverfa hate." She said and pushed Garland towards the local tavern. "I'll be with another knight over there, the docks need more patrols today." With that she walked off into the busy streets.

Garland sighed and flipped up his hood to hide his face and tightened his cloak. The spring air would chill most people out in the docks, but with the cloak and hood, the air could not get through to Garland's skin, instead he felt the heat of the sun, he had no problems with the heat, but sooner or later he will need to remove his hood for some cool air to his head.

Garland walked towards the Broken Casket, a nasty little tavern, always filled with the laughter of hearty sailors and seamen coming in to sell their wares or stock up before they ship off towards their new destination.

Garland's undercover story is that he's a new crew member of April's Casinor, though with April staying in Syliras for(hopefully) a few more seasons, so he would have a solid alibi if they started asking question.

The disguised squire walked into the bar, there was no cheerful singing or happy chattering, just silent mutters and distrusting glances at other tables. This'll be fun. He thought and noticed something rather peculiar. A multi-armed golden-skinned lady was here, a rather familiar one at that!

Just my rotten luck, if she sees me here, she might blab out my name, people know me well enough... If not, well... Here's hoping they don't.

He sat down by the bar and ordered a flagon of ale. "Oi, barkeep! An ale." He said with a deeper gravely voice to try and hide his identity. He noticed a dark skinned talking to some of the people in the tavern.

"I'm all for sticking it to the Sylirans. Their too soft, safe in their little castles, and they don't know how easy they've got it. But I still live and work here, and I don't appreciate having my business disrupted. You won't find many friends here if no one knows why you're pissed,"

Usually, one would stay out of conversations and just listen, but another loose lip might help things along. "Ay! Petchin' knights and Sylirans, keeping the work down, always with their so-called 'rules' trying to keep us 'safe'! More like bars and chains to hold us up!" Garland grabbed a mug and poured himself a bit of ale. "What'd I give to stick a few of 'em."

Some of the patrons were unconvinced with Garland's apparent "dislike" with the knights, though most just seemed to acknowledge it. "Careful, friend. Talk like that will put you in the tank. Nasty place that is. If you're like, they'll probably just gut ya where you stand, quick and painless." A patron said and returned to his drink.

Garland took a swig of his ale, as he lift up his mug, one could see his face, though briefly. "I'll like to see 'em try!" Garland said and cracked his knuckles. "I'd give them a few broken bones before they can take me away."

[Rhov]

Rhov

Chewing on his bottom lip, Rhov mulled over the Svefra's words with caution one would not suspect him capable of, had they know the Chaktawe well enough. Gone was the brash temperament and 'act-first-think-later' that he carried with him when not on a job. The burning which seared under his blood had been replaced with the cool, calculating mind of a hunter stalking his prey. Even now, his onyx eyes glinted with the promise of predatory cunning, and like a hunter feral in the wild, Rhov moved in for the kill.

Whomever this Ephyrian was, she knew how to weave her words. Against an agitated Svefra, she stood her ground and somehow managed to bring the conversation down from downright aggressive to mildly irritable. She had her reasons for pressing so intently on this information, Rhov was sure of that, but he wasn't about to complain when she forced the Svefra to move towards his camp in the conversation. Just as he was about to reply to the man at his side, another bar-side observer chimed in with his opinion on the matter.

He seemed also pissed at the knights, whatever his reasons for it. Rhov would be tempted to call his accusations a bit overzealous, almost like he was trying to convince the crowd of his dislike towards the city's lawmen. However, after the man had taken a swig of ale, he let the brief suspicion slide. He had said done and as much, if not worse, under the influence of ale; Rhov's tattoo prickling with still remnant pain at the reminder of his alcoholic episode weeks past.

Seeing an opportunity to take control of the conversation, Rhov pounced with verbal confidence. "It's established then. None of us think the knights can get the job done. Either they don't care, or they've got too many rules holding them back," the bounty hunter began, pausing to shift his position relevant to the Svefra. He stood face-to-face with the sailor, bronzed arms pressing down on the rough wood of the table. Rhov leaned forward towards the man, still standing in an attempt to establish his physical dominance. "So we don't go to the Knights. We handle it ourselves," he finished with a wolfish grin.

"And why would you help? How would you help?" The Svefra replied, his tanned skin crinkling with suspicion and doubt.

"I'll help because as long as you're in Syliras, I can't do my damned job!" Rhov growled back, slamming his hand down in frustration. By nature, Rhov was not a social animal, and this endless circle of 'whys' and 'hows' annoyed him beyong his limited patience. He had an insult readied to sling at the man, but closed his mouth shut when he saw the tensed forms of the Svefra's friends reaching for their weapons. With a few deep breaths, Rhov let his temper cool before continuing. "Listen, I'm a tracker, and a good one at that. If there's one thing I can do, it's follow a trail. All I need is a scent, a lead to hunt down, and I can help you out," he paused, seeing the man still unconvinced. "And it's not just me, others can help too," the Chaktawe explained, his eyes pleading towards the Ephyrian and the cloaked bar patron.

Rhov was rapidly realizing that he had entered a dangerous ocean when he let his temper seize control his tongue. To make it better, the room happened to be filled with proverbial sharks, all itching for an excuse to cut loose in a city built open order. Rhov simply hoped he hadn't given them just that.

[Sayana]

When a cloaked and hooded figure came into the tavern, Sayana looked up curiously. With hardly a glance under the hood, she recognized her squire friend and she gave a smile towards him. However, when he suddenly spoke up with an aggressive tone against the knighthood, she was momentarily confused before she realized what he was doing. Quickly she sought to wipe the expression from her face and simply nodded as if in agreement to his words.

They seemed to be making progress and yet the Svefra still seemed suspicious. However when the southerner slammed his hand upon the table, Sayana decided to step in. She strode over with smooth grace. “If you’ll excuse my friend here,” she began as she placed a mid hand firmly on Rhov’s forearm. “He’s rather… dedicated. And you’ll want that if you plan on letting us uncover what’s been going on.” All the while the Eypharian held her glass of juice elegantly in a high hand. It was enough time for the Chaktawe to clear his thoughts and he continued by explaining that he was a tracker. Curious. Why would a tracker be so against having the Svefra hanging about in large groups? How exactly were they stopping his business?

Sayana instead focused her thoughts on the situation at hand and nodded in agreement at the southerner’s implied request for help. She was also curious what had brought Garland here, and hardly in his usual attire. Perhaps all three of them wanted the same thing, to find out what was going on here. Though she couldn’t tell if Garland was doing it for his own curiosity or whether it was orders from the knighthood.

The Svefra looked at the three of them and eventually nodded. “Alright, if you follow me I’ll show you what they did to my own ship.” He still seemed a little unsure of the whole situation but perhaps he thought he’d have better luck with common citizens rather than the knights. He gestured to all three of them and led them out of the tavern to the docks. Upon reaching the harbor where his ship was moored, he gestured fondly to his ship but with a sullen hint to his expression. “Here’s my lass. The Wavebreaker.” Yet on the side of his ship where the name had been elegantly written, it was scratched out and replaced by ‘Wavepetcher’ with bright red paint.

“And that’s not all,” he continued as he hopped aboard the ship. “See here?” He pointed to a large portion in the middle of the deck that had deep scratch marks all over it in the form of writing. ‘Drown Svefra, for the glory of Lhavit.’ It seemed to have a mocking tone to it. The man then held out a dagger to Rhov. “Whoever did it left this still embedded in the deck.”

“So when did this happen?” Sayana asked since she figured that even though the vandalism was messy it still would have taken some time. “At night? When else?” The Svefra replied. “But don’t you sleep here? Wouldn’t you have noticed someone on board your ship? Also, can you even see these scratch marks when it’s dark out?” The Eypharian pressed. The Svefra frowned at the thought. “Well, we merchants have been quite busy during the day down at the Bazaar. Could of happened then, I suppose.”

OOC Secret :

I plan on making the culprit Norsar Wilton from the NPC list. It's up to you if you want to check him out (and build on the plot) or I'm happy to continue feeding bits of information as we go.

[Garland]

Some of the people didn't seem to buy into Garland's little ploy, though he didn't need to convince them, he just needed some to believe him.

He watched the dark-skinned man, he looked like a Chaktawe, like Sera Grey. He didn't know much about the race, but he knew that they were desert people, so why is he concerning himself with Sverfa problems?

Garland finished off his drink and was about to order another one, but it seemed that the Chaktawe had other plans, he heard the man slam his fist down on the table, and then Sayana jumped in to the man's defense.

“Alright, if you follow me I’ll show you what they did to my own ship.”

"Oh, I gotta see this." Garland got up from his seat and followed the three out the tavern and out onto the docks. As they neared the man's ship, he could see just what 'they' done to the ship.

"Petching... She's a fine ship, but who the petch would do this!? Wavepetcher? That's not even clever!" Garland yelled out, doing something like this to a Sverfa's ship is almost as bad as insulting their own mothers. Maybe he was spending too much time with April.

The man went up on deck and Garland followed him. "Bah! This place is a mess... No offense meant." Garland looked over to the scratched surface of the ship, seeing the words that were etched on it. The words were nothing but an insult, but still, Garland couldn't tell by who or why they would do this.

“Well, we merchants have been quite busy during the day down at the Bazaar. Could of happened then, I suppose.”

"Wouldn't people have noticed the person then? Have you asked around?" Garland looked out back to the docks, scanning the people that were walking about, maybe one of them would know something. "Whatever you do, don't bring that knife to the knights, not yet anyway. Those petchers would say that they're keeping the evidence safe, but you never know who's working with who."

It was kind of ironic that he was the one that said that, but it was true, some knights and squires were not fans of the Sverfa and some might even try to hide the evidence, though most of the knights and squires were helpful or kind, but there are those that might have known who done this and might try to protect them.

"Did the petcher who did this leave anything else? Or did you notice anything strange while you were in the bazaar? I dunno, like someone shifty making their way here?"

oocI'm fine with whatever Sayana!

[Rhov]

Rhov

Relief washed over Rhov when the Ephyrian stepped in to prevent his temper from escalating the situation into something he couldn't handle. Despite his still prevalent reservations about Syliras, he could not deny that help was freely given among the populace. Maybe it was that same need to help that made the woman so interested in the Svefra affairs.

Either way, it seemed that through their combined efforts, the Svefra man finally yield to their offer of aid. The seafarer led the odd trio deftly through the crowded docks, weaving through the mass of people with a practiced ease. Rhov grimaced as the crowds encircled he and his new-found cohorts; the sheer volume of citizens surrounding him setting his Chaktawe senses on fire from over-stimulation.

After a few tortuous minutes among the packed harbor, Rhov found relief when they reached the Svefra's vessel. Even the unknown of the sea was far better than the throng of people which pricked and stung the youth with there constant movements. Turning to their impromptu guide, Rhov listened with ardent curiosity to the man's explanation of the situation.

Drown the Svefra... he thought to himself, his bronzed features twisting into a scowl of disapproval. Guess it's racism then. Don't know anything about this 'Lhavit' though.

Onyx eyes sparked with surprise as the sailor handed Rhov the incriminating dagger. Turning the weapon carefully between his hands, the bounty hunter tried to glean any sort of information from the knife.

"The knife is of good make," he announced to the party around him. He tossed the weapon lightly in the air, catching it with casual ease. "Well balanced. And this metal," he pointed to the shining metal which tore outwards of its garish hilt, "I haven't seen its kind before, but it looks better than steel. The weapon hasn't seen much use either, the edge is damn near perfect. No nicks or scratches."

Handing the blade over to his cloaked cohort, Rhov turned back to the Svefra. "Don't know what that exactly means for your ship, but no ordinary commoner would own that good of a knife. Name's Rhov, by the way. Might as well know who is helping you," he finished, sticking his hand out to the sailor.

OOCHope I wasn't playing beyond Rhov's skill level with those observations. I just imagine that he knows his knives, considering how often he sees them pointed at him in his profession.

[Sayana]

OOCOoops, wrong “L” word. I originally meant Laviku (god of the sea) and not Lhavit. No wonder it didn’t make sense. I can either change it or leave it.

The Svefra frowned as he tried to recall the day it happened. “Other svefra had things happen to their boats too. One even had a hole put into his ship and we all helped bail it out and patch it up. So it ain’t just me. Maybe someone else saw something but those of us who aren’t merchants are often out fishing.” He paused for another couple of ticks and added, “But at least them Syliran merchants weren’t at our throats that day. This one guy, Norsar I think his name is but we call him Ser Baldy, he thinks he owns the place. Always trying to weasel away our goods for half price or less. I wouldn’t be surprised if he set this up. But the knights don’t want to convict their own and I doubt they’d give it a proper investigation before giving up. They want proof but they don’t want to bother looking for it if it’s one of their high and mighty merchants funding the place.”

As Sayana listened it started to sound like a dispute between merchants. Perhaps the merchants who were fixed residents of Syliras thought themselves better than the svefra that passed in and out depending on their trade routes. And yet, the knights didn’t seem to care much, or maybe they did? She looked questioningly at Garland who still was pretending to be not affiliated with them in the slightest. Clearly the Svefra had one opinion as to who caused all the damage but it might just be suspicion against business rivals.

Rhov’s assessment of the blade seemed to support the Svefra’s claims, for only someone with wealth would wield a blade that was made better than usual and practically new. At Rhov’s introduction Sayana also offered her name and peered curiously over as to what Garland might say. Remembering the squire’s earlier question, Sayana pressed, “So did you find any other evidence on your ship?”

“Not on my ship, but you can ask the others. And my name’s Gavin Deepseeker.” The Svefra replied. The Eypharian paused in thought and took another look at the dagger. “Maybe we could go to the Iron Works and see if any ‘Ser Baldy’ recently came in looking to buy a dagger. Though it could be something he had lying around. Gavin, do you know where this Ser Baldy lives? Or can be found?”

“He’s with them rich landlubbers in the Illythian District. No idea with house but probably one with guards. You might catch him in the Bazaar though. He likes to rip off people there.” There was obvious disdain in the sailor’s voice. “So why aren’t you at the Bazaar?” Sayana asked curious why today was different from those other days that the merchants seemed to be completely preoccupied by trading to not even watch their ships. “It’s the Nal’Lyeo. We’re here to raise a ruckus till things get fixed. No point going about business as usual.” Gavin replied with a sense of pride regarding his people.

With that Sayana turned to her two friends. “So what do you think? Try to find him at the Bazaar or check out this knife first? I think if there was more definite evidence amongst the other svefra he would have told us by now. I personally want to meet this ‘Baldy’ friend and get some answers out of him.”

[Garland]

It seemed like the three of them were exchanging names, this was bad... Garland forgot a name for his persona, something very important if you need to be in a social situation.

“So what do you think? Try to find him at the Bazaar or check out this knife first? I think if there was more definite evidence amongst the other svefra he would have told us by now. I personally want to meet this ‘Baldy’ friend and get some answers out of him.”

He would just keep quiet about his name until they asked about it. "The dagger sounds very interesting... Might be a good idea, unless the deal was made under the table so to say, might be hard to convince the blacksmith to tell us about the dagger if it comes to that, but if we have solid evidence, we can find the guy and deliver some swift street justice. Too much paperwork in the knighthood." He said, then realizing that most citizens don't know about the long, boring process of paperwork in the knighthood. "Or so I've heard, it'll take a day for them to even pay any attention to us, by then this 'baldy' might already have covered his tracks."

Garland's fake voice was cracking, he coughed slightly to try and get it back to normal, but he would try to limit talking for now. He looked over to Rhov and Sayana, it seemed that the two barely know each other, and she would have surely seen his face by now. They were out in broad daylight, there wasn't much hiding Garland's chiseled face.

The disguised squire looked out over the sea, it seemed oddly calm despite the turmoil there was on land, he could see why Sverfa were so attached to the sea and to their ships.

"Hunter, right? Didn't catch your name. Is there a chance that weapon is magecrafted? It could be an old dagger only with an enchantment or something."