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Anything for the right price
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Post by Severin Seigrun on Apr 17, 2023 2:18:25 GMT -5
Severin had gone to great pains to have such an extensive information network in Farvald. All walks of life in Farvald had an eye or ear somewhere that reported to the guild and by extension to Severin himself. Taknieri were the great exception to this flow as his special interests in their knowledge and skills put them on the fast track. He had gone in person on more than one occasion to receive information and 'help' their foreign brethren exiled or otherwise. Though with his current track record the reviews for his services were decidedly mixed. To some in Farvald he was akin to a wish granting saint and to others he was the incarnation of the south wind himself just as likely to eat you whole on a whim.
It was through one of these traded favors that he learned of a very interesting rumor of one such recent imported exile. He of course sent his men out with a carriage. He might have liked to invite the man personally but he had his own matters to attend to at the estate.
It was not a difficult task to find a man matching the description given as even with the diverse traffic of Farvald's strand Taknieri still stood out in demeanor.
Two large set men approached the Taknieri in the street, one with a helm which hid most of his face and another with quite a few scars including a chunk of ear missing. "We're ah, looking for a man called Ezra, that you?" The tone of the man speaking waa sharp, more like an accusation than a question.
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Post by Ezra Fumi on Apr 17, 2023 6:37:21 GMT -5
Ezra was a wreck. He hadn't slept in two full days, hadn't eaten in that amount of time either. He felt weak, angry, lightheaded, helpless. In an unfamiliar country surrounded by people he didn't know. He'd managed to scrape up enough coin to order some food at a local tavern. It was a simple stew but it was hot and had meat and vegetables. That was what mattered. Luckily the girl who brought him his food took pity on him and brought him some water as well.
His hair was a mess. A black rats nest on his head. His face covered in slightly patchy stubble. Ezra had never been great at growing facial hair. After he'd finished and paid he left the tavern. Feeling only slightly better, physically at least. His stomach didn't feel like it was caving in anymore at the very least. He'd been so hungry he'd even scalded his tongue eating too quickly. The exile hadn't talked to many people since he arrived in Manthir. Even with other exiles. Though he had been cornered a few times from people who'd heard the rumor of him murdering the Princes. He still held a few covered gashes and bruises from that.
As he was approached by two strangers Ezra glared up at them. Looking for him? Why the hell was anyone looking for him? Whatever it was it couldn't be good. "Who's looking for him?" He asked suspiciously. His dark brows knit together and his nose scrunched in irritation. There was this feeling in the pit of his stomach that he needed to turn and run.
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Nobility
Merchant Guild Leader
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Anything for the right price
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Manthiran
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Post by Severin Seigrun on Apr 17, 2023 14:34:01 GMT -5
The two thugs exchanged a look. " Master Seigrun of the merchant's guild." He replied with a smile which seemed to be attempting friendliness but fell short. "He'd be mighty grateful for a chat. All this Ezra fellow needs is to step into' tha carriage."
He explained gesturing at the horse drawn carriage. It was clearly a nobleman's carriage but not decorated or marked with any emblems.
The one speaking rubbed his hands together "an' he's very generous when he's grateful." The man added with a gesture to the carriage. It was obvious that the two thugs weren't going to let the Taknieri say he wasn't Ezra or take no for an answer. The two men were also not so blocking Ezra in.
"Looks like you could use a lil' generosity." He replied looking up and down of the man's shabby state.
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Post by Ezra Fumi on Apr 18, 2023 16:34:31 GMT -5
Ezra crossed his arms over his chest as the strangers talked about some noble that wanted to speak with him. What in the hell did some guild prick have to do with him? He hadn't exactly made any waves. He'd barely spoken to anyone in weeks. Unless he absolutely needed to. He'd been keeping to himself apart from a few odd jobs, some scuffles, and buying food. His eyes wandered from the two men to the area surrounding them. There weren't many people around at the moment. Which was concerning. And none of them were paying attention to his current conversation.
The comment on him needing generosity made Ezra scowl at the brute in front of him. Yes, he was scruffy and dirty and more than a little exhausted. But he wasn't about to take handouts from some stranger who wanted gods only know from him. "Well I hope you find who you're looking for." He said in an attempt at a casual tone. He uncrossed his arms and took a few steps back. The whole situation made his skin crawl. He didn't know who this noble was or what he wanted from him but he wasn't interested in any of his generosity.
Finally Ezra moved to try and turn. If just so he could get away from them. Maybe they really wouldn't think he was who they were looking for. There were dozens of other exiled Taknieri around.
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