It is a fine, cool morning in Meletis, still fairly early in the day, before noon. You sit in the tavern The Winged Harpy. Outside is the Agora: the bustling marketplace, thronged with shoppers and traders, with Dio the philosopher-mage raving from a podium in one corner of the square.
Inside it is quieter. Looking around you see the other patrons. There are only 4 of you in the room at this time. 2 men sit at a table together, their armor distinctly marks them as soldiers from Akros. Another armored man sits alone a couple tables away while a satyr also sits alone in a corner.
The door to the tavern opens and a women enters. She’s tall and muscular, with warm olive skin and a thick, black braid falling down her back.
Areus, Nyklos & Soren:
Characters who have a passive insight of 14 or better or have a military background recognize her as a soldier: her alertness, the way she holds herself, and her impressive build all suggest she lives by the sword. However, she does not currently appear to be armed.
The olive-skinned woman moves languidly, weaving between the tables like a shark parting a school of fish. Even unarmed, she exudes a confidence usually backed up by a sharp blade. Yet when she smiles at the room, she looks friendly, even warm.
“You all look like you have time to waste. Looking for an afternoon’s work?”
You look at each other unsure if she is addressing you or one of the others in the room.
"Each of you, any of you, all of you. The task I have for you is rather simple. Unfortunately it is a task that I cannot complete myself and I need your help."
As she now has your attention she continues.
"I am Melandra, an ex-mercenary now in the service of the governing council of Meletis, the Twelve. I am in need of some competent heroes to undertake a quick service for the Twelve. I want it done discreetly, and I am too well-known to do it myself. Additionally Meletis’s Reverent Army is too conspicuous, so I'm turning to outsiders."
She eyes each of you in turn to see that she still has your attention.
"It’s a simple task: visit the Temple of Ephara and, on the authority of the Twelve, remove a sacred relic from the temple and then bring it to me. In return, assuming I hear no “idle gossip” about the removal in the next few days, I will pay you each 100 gold pieces, which you are to collect from me here in the Agora in three days’ time."
Drinking from a simple wooden mug as he sits across from Areus is a well muscled man, dressed in chain mail covered by an arming coat detailed with markings of the Lektoi. Long, stark white hair falls freely over his shoulders, currently unbound. He sharp blue eyes that are deep set underneath hard-angled eyebrows, and high cheekbones that make his face seem slightly pointed.
A spear and shield sit on the floor next to him, leaning against the table. The shield is painted with a blue eye, outlined in white. A sheathed longsword hangs from his hip, angled with the floor.
During the span of the woman's proposal, Nyklos had sat frozen with a mug to his lips, listening to her with rapt attention. Setting the mug down, he shoots a raised eyebrow at Areus before speaking up.
"Well that does sound like an interesting challenge to say the least, and that is no paltry sum you offer."
The pale haired man shifts in his armor, sitting up straighter now. "But when you say discreet, how discreet are you requesting? I am Lukos, not Alamon. Sneaking around is not a skill I have refined as well as others."
As the woman enters the tavern, one of the two soldiers from Arkos, stops sipping his drink and gives a good look at her. He is a medium build, muscular man with golden olive skin, long black hair tied in a topknot on the back of his head. He wears a Lektoi chain mail that has seen clearly some battle. A shield and a spear sit at his left on the floor next to a sheated shortsword. is After a few seconds he whispers to the other soldier "Look at her Nyklos, the way she moves reminds me of one of our training officers, Kassandra."
As Melandra states her offer, Areus says to her "Interesting and simple offer indeed, Melandra. One question, if you do not mind, since it's my first time here in Meletis and I do not know the laws of your polis well, but when you say remove a sacred relic from the temple what do you mean exactly? If I get the meaning correctly, the priests would not give willingly the relic. Do we get some token or sigil that will prove that we are doing a mission for the Twelve of Meletis? You know, in case things get rough."
Sitting in the corner, Soren is a well muscled, handsome man, with long dark hair and pale skin. he wears a set of chainmail which has layers that overlap, like the scales of a fish, and at his waist is a sword belt, that currently is not occupied. he carries himself in a dignified way, but his eyes, green as the deepest ocean, gave away the regret that he carries. looking at the Olive skinned lady he is not suspicious, but wary. he had come across enough humans to know that they were always hiding something.
Soren leans forward in his seat. "you are saying you want us to go to a sacred temple, desecrate it and remove one of its relics? and you want us to believe that this is the request of the twelve? I have trouble believing this. however, if we have confirmation that this is orders from the twelve, then I will happily volunteer my services."
Soren does not actually trust the Twelve as he had not heard of them until he left the sea, but he feels he must go along to make sure those who do go, do not cause any damage.
Soren touches a sword next to his chair. " how much resistance do you expect us to have?"
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
The satyr is not sitting alone. He is actually holding court with several fishermen types hanging on his every word and is telling a story of how Basilosaurus the Fisherman got a small head. For those close enough they hear the following:
“One day Basilosaurus of Glossion, a hulking brute of fisherman, broad shoulders, tattoos, hirsute chest, etcetera etcetera walked into a small taverna somewhere down south called ‘The Fisherman’s Repose’. Now there was something unusual about Basilosarus and that is he had a really small head. After serving Basilosaurus several cups of retsina, the barman finally said “I have to ask you – why is your head so small and not to put to a fine a point on it completely out of proportion?” Now normally you would expect a person such as Basilosaurus to respond aggressively to such questioning but I was told that he simply responded with a sigh “let this be a lesson to all those who seek to take advantage of those favoured by the Gods! Sometime ago I had the opportunity to rescue a beautiful sea-nymph. Well to cut a long story short she promised me my heart’s desire. Well my heart, and other parts of my anatomy, desired her body. I explained that I wished to lie with her but she responded that this was not possible. I then asked well how about a little head …..”
As the satyr finishes his story there is uproarious laughter at his tale. Interesting the satyr’s coat is not the usual brown, fawn or roan normally associated with satyrs; rather it is blackish blue and dappled with small white rosettes and in fact strongly resembles the night sky.
At the words “I want it done discreetly” the satyr’s ears twitch and he scans the room to see who else might have also been interested in what Melandra had to say. Hearing Nyklos say “sneaking around is not a skill I have refined as well as others” he {stealth roll = 16} he quietly walks over - in fact he is so quiet that Nyklos is not even aware he is there - and says "my name is Fillipos but please call me Tisto - everybody else does - and sneaking is something that I do moderately well; even if I do say so myself.
"Chaire friend, you made your point quite clear as I did not notice you sneak upon us. Still before agreeing to anything, I am waiting to hear her replies to our question first." says Areus to Tisto pointing with his head to Melandra.
Areus's left hand moves towards the sheated dagger on his hip. He does not draw it, but he let his hand rest near it.
Trade between Akros and Meletis is fairly strong and Areus and Nyklos are aware that a council of philosophers called the Twelve serves as the ruling body of Meletis. They are elected by popular vote among the citizens of Meletis and serve for terms of four years at a time. Areus and Nyklos' training included education on the governing bodies of the other poleis.
Tisto had been hanging around Meletis long enough to have a vague understanding of who the Twelve were, even if he paid them no attention and wasn't concerned about them.
Soren may have heard of them, when mentioned it would not be a foreign concept, who ruled of the polis Meletis.
Melandra looks to Areus and reaching into a pocket she produces a blue, ceramic token and hands it to you. "These are given to agents of The Twelve carrying out official business. You will need it to gain the relic."
Glancing at Soren she continues. "You will not need to desecrate anything. The relic is stored there and on business of The Twelve you will show this token and you will remove it."
She then answers Nyklos. "Discreet as in don't blab to friends and family that you are working for The Twelve. There should be no need to sneak into the temple. The relic is stored there and it must be moved to another safe location by order of The Twelve, but we need an outside group to do this for us, we cannot be the ones to directly move it. It is a risk free job. You four look as though you would be competent, and interested. If you don’t want the job, I will find someone else."
Soren looks relieved, and replies "In that case, I agree to join this mission" . then he smiles, "not sure how discreet asking for your members in a tavern is though"
Soren will then gaze at the other patrons, wondering who else will accept this mission.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Yes, well I was unaware there were foolish drunk fishermen in the tavern as well. I had seen only you four enter. You would think they would be, well, fishing at this time of day." Melandra responds.
"All right then, you can count on my spear." says Areus as he takes the token from Melandra's hand. He turns towards Nyklos and says "What do you think Nyklos? Will you join us too? It seems an interesting way to pass our time during our leave."
He then asks to Melandra "What kind of relic is it? And where do we need to take it?" Areus waits a couple of seconds and adds "So I suppose that the priests are waiting for someone to show them this token? Do we have to talk to someone in particular? Sorry for the too many questions, but when I take a mission I like to gather all the possibile information."
"Yes, well I was unaware there were foolish drunk fishermen in the tavern as well. I had seen only you four enter. You would think they would be, well, fishing at this time of day." Melandra responds.
" a good point" Soren glances at the saytr with a disappointed look "you would almost think they had a distraction"
then he shrugs and addresses Melandra "Yes, what exactly is this relic we are retrieving"
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Tisto having now joined the crowd around Melandra says “so you want us, four strangers you’ve only just met in what is a tavern not usually known for shall we say the quality of its clientele to appropriate something from your superiors who have agreed to this action and then redeposit in a location which we tell you and you tell your superiors. Have I got that right? Oh yes and we can’t tell anybody what we’re doing and why! Well that’ll be easy because I get that part as I haven’t got a clue either! Sounds like a great laugh – count me in!” He then mimes pulling out a scroll which he pretends to unroll "hmm doesn't look like I have anything pressing to do this evening. Shall we get started?"
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"The relic is called the Ainoe Mask. Keep it in your possession and I will meet you back here in 3 days to retrieve it from you. As for who to ask for, I do not know. It is likely in storage as I do not believe it is on display."
Soren nods politely. as if just remembering, Soren says "I have not been on land long. I do not know where the temple is. I dont suppose you have a map? unless one of my companions know the way of course."
as he is speaking he picks up his pack, buckles on his longsword, and straps his shield to his back.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Nyklos glances over his shoulder at the sound of another voice, eyeing the Satyr. "Titso...I am Nyklos. It appears that you are a proficient sneaker. I should count myself lucky you didn't mean to stab me in the back."
As the woman elaborates further, he lets out a laugh. "Ah. I appear to have misunderstood. I thought we were going to be stealing the relic from the temple. A simple escort job sounds fair." He gestures across the table towards Areus. "I'll be happy to join."
To Areus he comments,"Interesting? Perhaps. I suppose that depends how un-simple the move is."
"Perhaps fate, or destiny, or the gods have brought you together Satyr. It matters little to me. I have a task that needs completing. You look like you are capable of handling it."
She glances over at the drunk fisherman.
"As opposed to those over there who cannot find the bottom of a bottle or, apparently, their boats. I think I have judged right and have found those capable of not bungling this simple task."
At Nyklos's comment "I should count myself lucky you didn't mean to stab me in the back" Tisto mimes looking extremely hurt and upset before putting his arm around Nyklo's shoulder and says "a pat on the back - yes, a whisper in your ear - yes but a stab in the back never!" To Soren he says "I know the way - come."He then turns to the drunken fishermen and says "this lovely lady has asked that I escort these people to the marketplace - I know not why but never fear I will be back to continue to regale you with stories, legends and chronicles."
"It's settled then. If there an no further questions I will return in three days to collect the mask from you and give you your pay." She says and turns to leave if there are no other questions.
"I feel very reassured." The man says flatly as he rises from his seat, gathering his spear and shield as he does so. "I trust you to not get us lost Tisto."
As they make ready to leave, Nyklos will address Soren, the other man to join their party. "Nyklos,"he says as he gestures to himself, then motioning towards his fellow soldier. "And Areus of Akros."
"What shall we call you my friend?"
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It is a fine, cool morning in Meletis, still fairly early in the day, before noon. You sit in the tavern The Winged Harpy. Outside is the Agora: the bustling marketplace, thronged with shoppers and traders, with Dio the philosopher-mage raving from a podium in one corner of the square.
Inside it is quieter. Looking around you see the other patrons. There are only 4 of you in the room at this time. 2 men sit at a table together, their armor distinctly marks them as soldiers from Akros. Another armored man sits alone a couple tables away while a satyr also sits alone in a corner.
The door to the tavern opens and a women enters. She’s tall and muscular, with warm olive skin and a thick, black braid falling down her back.
Areus, Nyklos & Soren:
Characters who have a passive insight of 14 or better or have a military background recognize her as a soldier: her alertness, the way she holds herself, and her impressive build all suggest she lives by the sword. However, she does not currently appear to be armed.
The olive-skinned woman moves languidly, weaving between the tables like a shark parting a school of fish. Even unarmed, she exudes a confidence usually backed up by a sharp blade. Yet when she smiles at the room, she looks friendly, even warm.
“You all look like you have time to waste. Looking for an afternoon’s work?”
You look at each other unsure if she is addressing you or one of the others in the room.
"Each of you, any of you, all of you. The task I have for you is rather simple. Unfortunately it is a task that I cannot complete myself and I need your help."
As she now has your attention she continues.
"I am Melandra, an ex-mercenary now in the service of the governing council of Meletis, the Twelve. I am in need of some competent heroes to undertake a quick service for the Twelve. I want it done discreetly, and I am too well-known to do it myself. Additionally Meletis’s Reverent Army is too conspicuous, so I'm turning to outsiders."
She eyes each of you in turn to see that she still has your attention.
"It’s a simple task: visit the Temple of Ephara and, on the authority of the Twelve, remove a sacred relic from the temple and then bring it to me. In return, assuming I hear no “idle gossip” about the removal in the next few days, I will pay you each 100 gold pieces, which you are to collect from me here in the Agora in three days’ time."
Drinking from a simple wooden mug as he sits across from Areus is a well muscled man, dressed in chain mail covered by an arming coat detailed with markings of the Lektoi. Long, stark white hair falls freely over his shoulders, currently unbound. He sharp blue eyes that are deep set underneath hard-angled eyebrows, and high cheekbones that make his face seem slightly pointed.
A spear and shield sit on the floor next to him, leaning against the table. The shield is painted with a blue eye, outlined in white. A sheathed longsword hangs from his hip, angled with the floor.
During the span of the woman's proposal, Nyklos had sat frozen with a mug to his lips, listening to her with rapt attention. Setting the mug down, he shoots a raised eyebrow at Areus before speaking up.
"Well that does sound like an interesting challenge to say the least, and that is no paltry sum you offer."
The pale haired man shifts in his armor, sitting up straighter now. "But when you say discreet, how discreet are you requesting? I am Lukos, not Alamon. Sneaking around is not a skill I have refined as well as others."
As the woman enters the tavern, one of the two soldiers from Arkos, stops sipping his drink and gives a good look at her. He is a medium build, muscular man with golden olive skin, long black hair tied in a topknot on the back of his head. He wears a Lektoi chain mail that has seen clearly some battle. A shield and a spear sit at his left on the floor next to a sheated shortsword. is After a few seconds he whispers to the other soldier "Look at her Nyklos, the way she moves reminds me of one of our training officers, Kassandra."
As Melandra states her offer, Areus says to her "Interesting and simple offer indeed, Melandra. One question, if you do not mind, since it's my first time here in Meletis and I do not know the laws of your polis well, but when you say remove a sacred relic from the temple what do you mean exactly? If I get the meaning correctly, the priests would not give willingly the relic. Do we get some token or sigil that will prove that we are doing a mission for the Twelve of Meletis? You know, in case things get rough."
Sitting in the corner, Soren is a well muscled, handsome man, with long dark hair and pale skin. he wears a set of chainmail which has layers that overlap, like the scales of a fish, and at his waist is a sword belt, that currently is not occupied. he carries himself in a dignified way, but his eyes, green as the deepest ocean, gave away the regret that he carries. looking at the Olive skinned lady he is not suspicious, but wary. he had come across enough humans to know that they were always hiding something.
Soren leans forward in his seat. "you are saying you want us to go to a sacred temple, desecrate it and remove one of its relics? and you want us to believe that this is the request of the twelve? I have trouble believing this. however, if we have confirmation that this is orders from the twelve, then I will happily volunteer my services."
Soren does not actually trust the Twelve as he had not heard of them until he left the sea, but he feels he must go along to make sure those who do go, do not cause any damage.
Soren touches a sword next to his chair. " how much resistance do you expect us to have?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
A slight correction
The satyr is not sitting alone. He is actually holding court with several fishermen types hanging on his every word and is telling a story of how Basilosaurus the Fisherman got a small head. For those close enough they hear the following:
“One day Basilosaurus of Glossion, a hulking brute of fisherman, broad shoulders, tattoos, hirsute chest, etcetera etcetera walked into a small taverna somewhere down south called ‘The Fisherman’s Repose’. Now there was something unusual about Basilosarus and that is he had a really small head. After serving Basilosaurus several cups of retsina, the barman finally said “I have to ask you – why is your head so small and not to put to a fine a point on it completely out of proportion?” Now normally you would expect a person such as Basilosaurus to respond aggressively to such questioning but I was told that he simply responded with a sigh “let this be a lesson to all those who seek to take advantage of those favoured by the Gods! Sometime ago I had the opportunity to rescue a beautiful sea-nymph. Well to cut a long story short she promised me my heart’s desire. Well my heart, and other parts of my anatomy, desired her body. I explained that I wished to lie with her but she responded that this was not possible. I then asked well how about a little head …..”
As the satyr finishes his story there is uproarious laughter at his tale. Interesting the satyr’s coat is not the usual brown, fawn or roan normally associated with satyrs; rather it is blackish blue and dappled with small white rosettes and in fact strongly resembles the night sky.
At the words “I want it done discreetly” the satyr’s ears twitch and he scans the room to see who else might have also been interested in what Melandra had to say. Hearing Nyklos say “sneaking around is not a skill I have refined as well as others” he {stealth roll = 16} he quietly walks over - in fact he is so quiet that Nyklos is not even aware he is there - and says "my name is Fillipos but please call me Tisto - everybody else does - and sneaking is something that I do moderately well; even if I do say so myself.
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Soren, slightly peeved at this misinterpretation of the Mer, listens to the saytr tell his story.
as he watches the saytr slip away (perception 12)
if he notices he keeps watching the saytr suspiciously, if not he shrugs it off and turns back to the lady
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Chaire friend, you made your point quite clear as I did not notice you sneak upon us. Still before agreeing to anything, I am waiting to hear her replies to our question first." says Areus to Tisto pointing with his head to Melandra.
Areus's left hand moves towards the sheated dagger on his hip. He does not draw it, but he let his hand rest near it.
Trade between Akros and Meletis is fairly strong and Areus and Nyklos are aware that a council of philosophers called the Twelve serves as the ruling body of Meletis. They are elected by popular vote among the citizens of Meletis and serve for terms of four years at a time. Areus and Nyklos' training included education on the governing bodies of the other poleis.
Tisto had been hanging around Meletis long enough to have a vague understanding of who the Twelve were, even if he paid them no attention and wasn't concerned about them.
Soren may have heard of them, when mentioned it would not be a foreign concept, who ruled of the polis Meletis.
Melandra looks to Areus and reaching into a pocket she produces a blue, ceramic token and hands it to you. "These are given to agents of The Twelve carrying out official business. You will need it to gain the relic."
Glancing at Soren she continues. "You will not need to desecrate anything. The relic is stored there and on business of The Twelve you will show this token and you will remove it."
She then answers Nyklos. "Discreet as in don't blab to friends and family that you are working for The Twelve. There should be no need to sneak into the temple. The relic is stored there and it must be moved to another safe location by order of The Twelve, but we need an outside group to do this for us, we cannot be the ones to directly move it. It is a risk free job. You four look as though you would be competent, and interested. If you don’t want the job, I will find someone else."
Soren looks relieved, and replies "In that case, I agree to join this mission" . then he smiles, "not sure how discreet asking for your members in a tavern is though"
Soren will then gaze at the other patrons, wondering who else will accept this mission.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Yes, well I was unaware there were foolish drunk fishermen in the tavern as well. I had seen only you four enter. You would think they would be, well, fishing at this time of day." Melandra responds.
"All right then, you can count on my spear." says Areus as he takes the token from Melandra's hand. He turns towards Nyklos and says "What do you think Nyklos? Will you join us too? It seems an interesting way to pass our time during our leave."
He then asks to Melandra "What kind of relic is it? And where do we need to take it?" Areus waits a couple of seconds and adds "So I suppose that the priests are waiting for someone to show them this token? Do we have to talk to someone in particular? Sorry for the too many questions, but when I take a mission I like to gather all the possibile information."
" a good point" Soren glances at the saytr with a disappointed look "you would almost think they had a distraction"
then he shrugs and addresses Melandra "Yes, what exactly is this relic we are retrieving"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Tisto having now joined the crowd around Melandra says “so you want us, four strangers you’ve only just met in what is a tavern not usually known for shall we say the quality of its clientele to appropriate something from your superiors who have agreed to this action and then redeposit in a location which we tell you and you tell your superiors. Have I got that right? Oh yes and we can’t tell anybody what we’re doing and why! Well that’ll be easy because I get that part as I haven’t got a clue either! Sounds like a great laugh – count me in!” He then mimes pulling out a scroll which he pretends to unroll "hmm doesn't look like I have anything pressing to do this evening. Shall we get started?"
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"The relic is called the Ainoe Mask. Keep it in your possession and I will meet you back here in 3 days to retrieve it from you. As for who to ask for, I do not know. It is likely in storage as I do not believe it is on display."
She answers
Soren nods politely. as if just remembering, Soren says "I have not been on land long. I do not know where the temple is. I dont suppose you have a map? unless one of my companions know the way of course."
as he is speaking he picks up his pack, buckles on his longsword, and straps his shield to his back.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Nyklos glances over his shoulder at the sound of another voice, eyeing the Satyr. "Titso...I am Nyklos. It appears that you are a proficient sneaker. I should count myself lucky you didn't mean to stab me in the back."
As the woman elaborates further, he lets out a laugh. "Ah. I appear to have misunderstood. I thought we were going to be stealing the relic from the temple. A simple escort job sounds fair." He gestures across the table towards Areus. "I'll be happy to join."
To Areus he comments, "Interesting? Perhaps. I suppose that depends how un-simple the move is."
"Perhaps fate, or destiny, or the gods have brought you together Satyr. It matters little to me. I have a task that needs completing. You look like you are capable of handling it."
She glances over at the drunk fisherman.
"As opposed to those over there who cannot find the bottom of a bottle or, apparently, their boats. I think I have judged right and have found those capable of not bungling this simple task."
At Nyklos's comment "I should count myself lucky you didn't mean to stab me in the back" Tisto mimes looking extremely hurt and upset before putting his arm around Nyklo's shoulder and says "a pat on the back - yes, a whisper in your ear - yes but a stab in the back never!" To Soren he says "I know the way - come." He then turns to the drunken fishermen and says "this lovely lady has asked that I escort these people to the marketplace - I know not why but never fear I will be back to continue to regale you with stories, legends and chronicles."
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"It's settled then. If there an no further questions I will return in three days to collect the mask from you and give you your pay." She says and turns to leave if there are no other questions.
"I feel very reassured." The man says flatly as he rises from his seat, gathering his spear and shield as he does so. "I trust you to not get us lost Tisto."
As they make ready to leave, Nyklos will address Soren, the other man to join their party. "Nyklos," he says as he gestures to himself, then motioning towards his fellow soldier. "And Areus of Akros."
"What shall we call you my friend?"