Devlin listened to Lord Popora's request. The old halfling seemed open and candid about his intentions. But part of him is still wary of the Boromar Lord. He quickly gazed over his companions, watching their reactions.
Rothaide was frowning at the news of the plague in Regalport. Her smooth delicate hand nervously held the goblet of water. The elf was probably reminded of her misfortune back at her old ship.
As Gian pretended to watch the Shifters, he noticed Devlin's eyes turning towards him. The young artificer adjusted his eyeglass, and stared back at the half-elf.
Devlin cleared his throat and looked back at the halfling. "What kind of spice do you want us to deliver?"
Lord Popora beamed an oily smile. "Nothing illegal," he answered. "Five barrels of House Jorasco medicinal herbs and spices, for the afflicted people of Regalport."
"Sounds simple enough," Zonnos interrupted. Popora's eldest son was now lying comfortably on the mattress, toying with his goblet.
"If it's that simple, why come to me?" Devlin asked.
The old halfling stared at his eldest son, signaling him to behave himself. But Zonnos appeared oblivious to his father's reprimand. "You are a wizard and member of House Lyrandar," Lord Popora explained. "It will be easy for you to go in and out of the blockade."
"My relation with Lyrandar is strained," Devlin answered. "But I think I can still pull some strings."
"Then it is settled," Lord Popora replied.
"Not yet," Devlin interrupted. "There is still a matter of our fee."
"How does five thousand gold pieces sound?" Popora offered. "Two thousand five hundred upfront and the rest of the payment upon completion of the mission."
Devlin kept silent for a moment. His brow creased and his finger tapped on his chin seemingly doing some mental computations.
“Let’s go for seven thousand.” The half-elf countered. “With an additional three thousand gold pieces if we rescue your child Mika.”
Popora gave out a throaty laugh. ”You are a real businessman Devlin d’Lyrandar. Let’s settle on seven thousand and five hundred gold pieces then. Three thousand now and the rest WHEN you deliver Mika back.”
Before Devlin could answer, Zonnos gave a loud burp. Having captured everyone’s attention the younger halfling stood up and faced his father.
“Blessed progenitor, look at these runts and weaklings before you. They could not fight their way past a razorclaw hatchling; much less survive to find Mika. Let me send my Shifters to rescue my treasured sibling.”
Popora gave a low, long blink, as if considering the matter, then replied, “No, I believe there is a greater chance of success if I send them.”
Zonnos stifled a chortle and said, “The least of my Shifters can take any one of their number.”
Again, Popora spoke out before anyone could answer. “I take your bet, my child. Guests, is there one among you to prove young Zonnos incorrect? Does anyone care to wrestle a Shifter?”
As he spoke, the Shifter that carried the ale barrels into the room stood up. He over six feet tall and made threatening gestures towards Devlin and his crew.
30.5.07
The Heart of the Matter
Devlin took a small step towards the old halfling. He raised the Staff of Gorlband towards Lord Popora, his other hand touching his chest -- a typical salute of war wizards in the Sharn army.
"Lord Boromar," Devlin greeted with a low, respectful tone.
The old halfling shifted his weight on the mat. "This is not the barracks," Lord Popora replied, signaling one of his servants. "Spare me the formalities, wizard."
Devlin grinned. "I try to be courteous to all my clients, and would-be clients."
One of the elves knelt to the halfling's side, pouring him a goblet of wine, her painted face looking as if some spirit hovering over the old halfling lord. Lord Boromar stared at the half elf and his companions, examining them closely like a lion sizing up his prey.
"I was expecting one wizard," Lord Popora said as he took the goblet. "Who are these other people?"
Before Devlin could explain, Vago quickly answered his master. "These are the wizard Devlin d’ Lyrandar’s compatriots. The elf is Rothaide Lareine, a priestess of the hearth mother. While the human is his bodyguard, Gian."
The patriarch of the Boromar clan muttered something that sounded like a curse. "I asked for one wizard and you brought me a circus show?" This elicited a burst of laughter from the shifters and halflings on the other mat.
Devlin thought the old halfling would throw his goblet at Vago and punish him for disobeying his orders. But Lord Popora quickly regained his composure.
"You can't get good help these days," the old halfling muttered as he shook his head. "Let's just talk business." He then signaled the group to sit on the mats in the center of the room.
As the visitors took their seats, two of the female Aerenal elves gracefully walked towards them. They offered Devlin and Gian goblets of the halfling drink, Tal. One of the elves handed a goblet to Rothaide, but the priestess shook her head and muttered something in elvish. The elf servant's face turned red, as if she was being castigated by an disapproving parent.
Suddenly the door behind them burst open and a burly shifter walked into the room. He was carrying a barrel of ale under each of his arms. He quickly headed to the company of shifters on the right.
As Devlin and Gian sipped their Tal, the old Boromar began to speak. “The city of Regalport in the Lhazaar Principalities is beset by a deadly disease and has been quarantined by the Lyrandar Dragonmark House. No one gets in or out of the city without their permission. I have business interests on Regalport. I know you deal with delivering spell components for your wizard’s guilds. I want you to deliver a load of House Jorasco spice to help the people on that city. Are you willing to do this for me?”
Watching Devlin mulling the idea over, the halfling lord took that as a sort of acceptance and continues.
“Of course,” Popora said, “Were it something as simple as delivering spice, I would hire any tug captain to do it. There is another matter at Regalport I need addressed.
“I have two children. Zonnos here is my eldest.” He motioned towards the other halfling seated on the right. The young Boromar lord gave a loud belch as the shifters hoot.
“My youngest child, Mika, is on Regalport on clan business. Since the quarantine was imposed and the blockade put in place, there has been no word from her. The Dragonmarked House has been less forthcoming with information, and it is not interested in the problems of a concerned parent. I want you to head to Regalport and find Mika. She is young . . . and impulsive. I worry for her well-being. Can I trust you to this delicate matter?”
"Lord Boromar," Devlin greeted with a low, respectful tone.
The old halfling shifted his weight on the mat. "This is not the barracks," Lord Popora replied, signaling one of his servants. "Spare me the formalities, wizard."
Devlin grinned. "I try to be courteous to all my clients, and would-be clients."
One of the elves knelt to the halfling's side, pouring him a goblet of wine, her painted face looking as if some spirit hovering over the old halfling lord. Lord Boromar stared at the half elf and his companions, examining them closely like a lion sizing up his prey.
"I was expecting one wizard," Lord Popora said as he took the goblet. "Who are these other people?"
Before Devlin could explain, Vago quickly answered his master. "These are the wizard Devlin d’ Lyrandar’s compatriots. The elf is Rothaide Lareine, a priestess of the hearth mother. While the human is his bodyguard, Gian."
The patriarch of the Boromar clan muttered something that sounded like a curse. "I asked for one wizard and you brought me a circus show?" This elicited a burst of laughter from the shifters and halflings on the other mat.
Devlin thought the old halfling would throw his goblet at Vago and punish him for disobeying his orders. But Lord Popora quickly regained his composure.
"You can't get good help these days," the old halfling muttered as he shook his head. "Let's just talk business." He then signaled the group to sit on the mats in the center of the room.
As the visitors took their seats, two of the female Aerenal elves gracefully walked towards them. They offered Devlin and Gian goblets of the halfling drink, Tal. One of the elves handed a goblet to Rothaide, but the priestess shook her head and muttered something in elvish. The elf servant's face turned red, as if she was being castigated by an disapproving parent.
Suddenly the door behind them burst open and a burly shifter walked into the room. He was carrying a barrel of ale under each of his arms. He quickly headed to the company of shifters on the right.
As Devlin and Gian sipped their Tal, the old Boromar began to speak. “The city of Regalport in the Lhazaar Principalities is beset by a deadly disease and has been quarantined by the Lyrandar Dragonmark House. No one gets in or out of the city without their permission. I have business interests on Regalport. I know you deal with delivering spell components for your wizard’s guilds. I want you to deliver a load of House Jorasco spice to help the people on that city. Are you willing to do this for me?”
Watching Devlin mulling the idea over, the halfling lord took that as a sort of acceptance and continues.
“Of course,” Popora said, “Were it something as simple as delivering spice, I would hire any tug captain to do it. There is another matter at Regalport I need addressed.
“I have two children. Zonnos here is my eldest.” He motioned towards the other halfling seated on the right. The young Boromar lord gave a loud belch as the shifters hoot.
“My youngest child, Mika, is on Regalport on clan business. Since the quarantine was imposed and the blockade put in place, there has been no word from her. The Dragonmarked House has been less forthcoming with information, and it is not interested in the problems of a concerned parent. I want you to head to Regalport and find Mika. She is young . . . and impulsive. I worry for her well-being. Can I trust you to this delicate matter?”
The Audience Chamber
Gian quickly placed himself between the shifter and his friends. The shifter growled at the artificer, and Gian met the shifter’s stare. After a brief moment, the shifter turned and walked out the corridor.
Vago looked at the group with a raised eyebrow and motioned them to enter the door.
The three visitors entered a large dimly lit chamber. Devlin noticed that the room resembled the insides of a Talenta halfling tent. The room was richly furnished. It was divided into three separate areas of colorful weaved floor mats. Each of the mats were placed on one corner of the chamber, neatly arranged and raised on a dais.
An old halfling with graying hair and wide eyes occupied the mat directly ahead. The platform was covered with rich tapestries and silk pillows. Three female Aerenal elves, dressed in stylish robes, stood nearby. Two halflings guards flanked the mat.
A built halfling occupied the mat to the right. He was younger than the one and was smoking from sort of contraption. He shared the dais with three large shifters, who were laughing and joking with one another.
The mat to the left was bare and empty.
Standing behind the group, Vago announced, “His most mighty and powerful lord, his most wise and generous master, his most understanding and thoughtful leader, Popora ir’Boromar.”
At this, the occupants of the room looked, expecting someone from the group to say something.
Vago looked at the group with a raised eyebrow and motioned them to enter the door.
The three visitors entered a large dimly lit chamber. Devlin noticed that the room resembled the insides of a Talenta halfling tent. The room was richly furnished. It was divided into three separate areas of colorful weaved floor mats. Each of the mats were placed on one corner of the chamber, neatly arranged and raised on a dais.
An old halfling with graying hair and wide eyes occupied the mat directly ahead. The platform was covered with rich tapestries and silk pillows. Three female Aerenal elves, dressed in stylish robes, stood nearby. Two halflings guards flanked the mat.
A built halfling occupied the mat to the right. He was younger than the one and was smoking from sort of contraption. He shared the dais with three large shifters, who were laughing and joking with one another.
The mat to the left was bare and empty.
Standing behind the group, Vago announced, “His most mighty and powerful lord, his most wise and generous master, his most understanding and thoughtful leader, Popora ir’Boromar.”
At this, the occupants of the room looked, expecting someone from the group to say something.
A Ride to the Little Plains
Devlin, Rothaide and Gian made their way towards the dock area of Precarious. They eventually arrived at a landing bay where they found a newly landed skycoach. Human laborers worked in pairs, moving crates off the vessel and stowing others on board.
A jade green warforged and a sleek, youthful looking halfling stood in front of the skycoach. The Halfling kept barking orders at the crew, while the warforged approached the three visitors.
“You are here,” Herald greeted the group. He introduces them to the halfling named Vago.
Despite the enormity of his work, Vago seemed alert and aware of his surroundings. He threw the group a sharp glance.
“Get them aboard. Lord Popora expects us.” Vago shouts to the warforged. He had a brusque and officious demeanor, and he seemed to loath wasting time and words on the visitors.
The group looked at each another. When Devlin gave a brief nod, both Rothaide and Gian followed the half-elf and the warforged aboard the skiff. The three made themselves comfortable and waited for the skycoach to be filled.
Devlin stared out and checked on the cargo being loaded. Most of them were exotic foodstuff and spices. He tried to start a conversation with Vago, but the halfling was concentrated on his job.
* * *
The skycoach soared off from Lower Dura and flew over the Middle Menthis Plateau ward. It zoomed pass the plateau, navigating between towers until it finally began its decent towards the Little Plains.
To a first time visitor, the towers at Little plains appear inside out: instead of open central spaces surrounded by buildings attached to the outside of a tower, streets run around the outside of towers, giving access to very low doorways leading to cave like interiors.
Halflings seemed to navigate through these ledges with ease. Devlin looked down and saw most of the small folks below, riding exotic dinosaurs and raptors along the streets.
The skycoach gradually landed on one of the outside ledges. And as the boarding doors opened, Vago led the group off the ship.
Devlin, Rothaide and Gian followed the halfling with Herald bringing up the rear. As soon as they clear the skycoach, several halfling laborers began unloading the rest of the skycoach's cargo.
“You should be honored that you are meeting with Lord Popora ir’ Boromar,” Vago stated as he led the group down a hallway. He brought them through a series of alleys and further down into the tower. “Among the Boromars, Popora’s name is legendary.”
Vago stopped abruptly and examined the three taller humans. “I believe Lord Popora has almost supernatural instincts and have long ago learned not to second-guess his decisions.”
He then turned his back and led the group again down another corridor.
Rothaide whispered to Gian. “What was that all about?”
Gian stared at the halfling and whispered back to his elven companion. “I’m not sure but I think we’ve just been insulted.”
Devlin signaled the two to keep quiet and quickened his pace to catch up with the halfling.
They continued to make their way down several corridors. They passed through corridors that were finely furnished with doorways carved from rare woods and art objects.
Eventually the group reached a large set of dark wood doors and Vago motioned the group onwards. The door suddenly opened before the halfling could turn the latch. A huge, broad shouldered shifter stepped out.
A jade green warforged and a sleek, youthful looking halfling stood in front of the skycoach. The Halfling kept barking orders at the crew, while the warforged approached the three visitors.
“You are here,” Herald greeted the group. He introduces them to the halfling named Vago.
Despite the enormity of his work, Vago seemed alert and aware of his surroundings. He threw the group a sharp glance.
“Get them aboard. Lord Popora expects us.” Vago shouts to the warforged. He had a brusque and officious demeanor, and he seemed to loath wasting time and words on the visitors.
The group looked at each another. When Devlin gave a brief nod, both Rothaide and Gian followed the half-elf and the warforged aboard the skiff. The three made themselves comfortable and waited for the skycoach to be filled.
Devlin stared out and checked on the cargo being loaded. Most of them were exotic foodstuff and spices. He tried to start a conversation with Vago, but the halfling was concentrated on his job.
* * *
The skycoach soared off from Lower Dura and flew over the Middle Menthis Plateau ward. It zoomed pass the plateau, navigating between towers until it finally began its decent towards the Little Plains.
To a first time visitor, the towers at Little plains appear inside out: instead of open central spaces surrounded by buildings attached to the outside of a tower, streets run around the outside of towers, giving access to very low doorways leading to cave like interiors.
Halflings seemed to navigate through these ledges with ease. Devlin looked down and saw most of the small folks below, riding exotic dinosaurs and raptors along the streets.
The skycoach gradually landed on one of the outside ledges. And as the boarding doors opened, Vago led the group off the ship.
Devlin, Rothaide and Gian followed the halfling with Herald bringing up the rear. As soon as they clear the skycoach, several halfling laborers began unloading the rest of the skycoach's cargo.
“You should be honored that you are meeting with Lord Popora ir’ Boromar,” Vago stated as he led the group down a hallway. He brought them through a series of alleys and further down into the tower. “Among the Boromars, Popora’s name is legendary.”
Vago stopped abruptly and examined the three taller humans. “I believe Lord Popora has almost supernatural instincts and have long ago learned not to second-guess his decisions.”
He then turned his back and led the group again down another corridor.
Rothaide whispered to Gian. “What was that all about?”
Gian stared at the halfling and whispered back to his elven companion. “I’m not sure but I think we’ve just been insulted.”
Devlin signaled the two to keep quiet and quickened his pace to catch up with the halfling.
They continued to make their way down several corridors. They passed through corridors that were finely furnished with doorways carved from rare woods and art objects.
Eventually the group reached a large set of dark wood doors and Vago motioned the group onwards. The door suddenly opened before the halfling could turn the latch. A huge, broad shouldered shifter stepped out.
29.5.07
A Little Research
The skydocks of Precarious lean out into the air high above the Dagger River. Vast mystical cranes and magic lifts uses levitation and the power of Syrania to haul loads of cargo and people to and from the waterfront districts of Cliffside. An army of laborers transports good between the docks and the warehouses in the district – both the massive storage towers and the smaller warehouses. While sailors generally find entertainment in Cliffside, Precarious houses a variety of crafts and services. Mills and workhouses make immediate use of the raw materials brought up from the Dagger River, while a few dingy tavern, gambling dens, and dreamlily dealers provide the workers a chance to leave their cares – and their silvers – behind.The Edge is one of these taverns located in the district. The sun has just set and there are only a few patrons in the establishment. Most of them are already so drunk that they didn't notice a clocked woman silently makes her way across the room. Even in the dim light of the tavern, she could easily spot the two men seated at the back of the room.
“Sorry it took me a while before I found the place.” Rothaide offered an apology as she sat beside Gian.
“It’s no problem.” Devlin told her. “We haven’t been here for long. So what have you found out?”
“Is it safe to talk here?” Rothaide asked as she suspiciously looked around the room.
“It’s fine.” Gian tapped on a copper piece in the middle of the table. “I’ve infused it so that anyone a couple of feet from it would only hear mindless babble.”
“Ok,” Rothaide said, obviously more relaxed. “The priests at the Pavilion of the Host couldn’t offer much information regarding our new business partner. But I did acquire some from the halflings at the healing houses of Jorasco. You’ll be happy to note that he does not deal in slaves, poison or more deadly drugs. Popora does however deal with medicinal spices, which he consider relatively harmless and very profitable.”
“So basically you’re saying we’re dealing with a drug lord.” Devlin concludes and the elf nods her assent.
“And from what I’ve gathered, he’s a drug lord that can be trusted.” Devlin shares.
“Our Lord Popora has build part of his reputation on his ability to be trusted. He keeps his word, once given. He supposedly lives up to the letter and the spirit of an agreement.
“He has been known to engage in altruistic acts that on the surface, at least benefits others. “Devlin continues. “Such actions are usually considered as a sign of weakness amongst the Boromars, but he has always turned whatever he does to an eventual profit.”
Both Rothaide and Gian contemplated the pros and cons of the situation.
“What do we know of him personally?” Devlin turns towards the human artificer.
“He’s quite old.” Gian starts. “In his 120 years. He has survived several takeover attempts and skirmishes launched by rival organizations as well as in Clan conflicts. Each time, the opposing group was crushed utterly. He has no rivals – only competitors.”
Rothaide shook her head and sighed. It was obvious that the priestess of the hearthmother was feeling uneasy talking about druglords and criminals.
“He employs a vast network of operatives but frequently hires outside his organization, either to give him deniability or to test business associates who want to deal with him long-term. Another halfling named Vago takes care of most of his dirty work.
“Popora entrusts parts of his business to his two offspring, Zonnos and Mika. Zonnos is smug and sedentary, like most other Boromars. Although he seems at times more interested in food and revelry rather than in ensuring the future of the family business. If you ask me, this behavior could be a ruse to throw off spies and competitors.
“Mika, on the other hand, seems to have Popora’s instincts for profitable business opportunities and pursues them with a zest that at times seems unbecoming of a Boromar.”
The table then turns silent as everyone processes all the information they just shared.
After a few minutes, Devlin stands up and states “Well, we don’t want to keep our new business associates waiting do we?”
The three companions, head out towards the door. Gian taking time only to pause to pick up his copper piece on the tavern table and placing a couple of silver pieces as payment in its place.
Looking for Work
"Boromar?" Coreen muttered in disbelief. "I don't like this."
I scratched my chin and stared at the jade-colored warforged. "Why would Lord Popora be interested in me?"
Coreen shook her head. "I don't want to deal with the Boromar Clan."
Ignoring the bookkeeper's ramblings, Gian turned me and asked, "Have you done business with Lord Popora before?"
"I try not to," I muttered. "The Boomers deal with a lot of illegal stuff. I mostly keep to trading with wizards." I turned to Herald and added, "No offense to your lord."
"None taken," the warforged replied.
“I’ve heard of Lord Popora.” I continued, “He’s one of the Boomers of Sharn, though not one of the Clan elders, he’s still quite powerful. He runs a vast network of legal and quasi-legal operations. Primarily dealing deals with smugglers."
“Individuals who have done work for Popora or his representatives say that Popora dealt fairly with them, honored their agreements, and paid on time.”
"At least he is willing to pay for your time and company," Gian commented.
Coreen looked at the artificer and snorted. "Oh what do you know?" She muttered. "The Boomers are trouble."
"But it wouldn't hurt to pay the Lord a visit," I replied. "With our funds severely depleted, we need to get some work."
"That is correct," the warforged answered.
"This is wrong," Coreen warned. "Lord Popora is vicious. He has a battalion of house wizards ready to kill you if you ever go against him."
"That's pretty much an exaggeration," Herald corrected. "He only has three house wizards."
"That I know," Coreen retorted. "And very malicious elven house wizards at that."
"Alright," I answered while fixing my coat. "I'll go meet Lord Popora."
The warforged gave a brief nod. "I will be waiting for you in the docks at two hours time," he said as Gian led him out of the skyship.
"Hope you come back in one piece," Coreen commented.
"Don't worry," I tightened my grip on my staff. "I have a feeling we'll be employed very soon. Besides I won’t be facing Lord Popora alone and unarmed."
“Gian,” I called out. “I need you to check up on your old contacts and see what you can come up regarding this Lord Popora. I’m specifically looking for how his organization works.”
Gian took on a grim look as if the prospect of heading down to the city was not something he was looking forward to but eventually nodded back.
“Likewise, go get Rothaide from the galley.” I added, “Tell her to do the same with the temples and with the Halflings at House Jorasco. Remind her to be discreet about her inquiries. I’ll meet you guys in exactly two hours at the Edge at Precarious.”
"Got it." Gian nodded back once more and headed down to the ship’s galley to look for the ship’s elven cleric.
“Where will you be?” Coreen asked.
“I’ll be checking out my own contacts.”
I walked off once more towards the Lyrandar tower and the city of Sharn.
I scratched my chin and stared at the jade-colored warforged. "Why would Lord Popora be interested in me?"
Coreen shook her head. "I don't want to deal with the Boromar Clan."
Ignoring the bookkeeper's ramblings, Gian turned me and asked, "Have you done business with Lord Popora before?"
"I try not to," I muttered. "The Boomers deal with a lot of illegal stuff. I mostly keep to trading with wizards." I turned to Herald and added, "No offense to your lord."
"None taken," the warforged replied.
“I’ve heard of Lord Popora.” I continued, “He’s one of the Boomers of Sharn, though not one of the Clan elders, he’s still quite powerful. He runs a vast network of legal and quasi-legal operations. Primarily dealing deals with smugglers."
“Individuals who have done work for Popora or his representatives say that Popora dealt fairly with them, honored their agreements, and paid on time.”
"At least he is willing to pay for your time and company," Gian commented.
Coreen looked at the artificer and snorted. "Oh what do you know?" She muttered. "The Boomers are trouble."
"But it wouldn't hurt to pay the Lord a visit," I replied. "With our funds severely depleted, we need to get some work."
"That is correct," the warforged answered.
"This is wrong," Coreen warned. "Lord Popora is vicious. He has a battalion of house wizards ready to kill you if you ever go against him."
"That's pretty much an exaggeration," Herald corrected. "He only has three house wizards."
"That I know," Coreen retorted. "And very malicious elven house wizards at that."
"Alright," I answered while fixing my coat. "I'll go meet Lord Popora."
The warforged gave a brief nod. "I will be waiting for you in the docks at two hours time," he said as Gian led him out of the skyship.
"Hope you come back in one piece," Coreen commented.
"Don't worry," I tightened my grip on my staff. "I have a feeling we'll be employed very soon. Besides I won’t be facing Lord Popora alone and unarmed."
“Gian,” I called out. “I need you to check up on your old contacts and see what you can come up regarding this Lord Popora. I’m specifically looking for how his organization works.”
Gian took on a grim look as if the prospect of heading down to the city was not something he was looking forward to but eventually nodded back.
“Likewise, go get Rothaide from the galley.” I added, “Tell her to do the same with the temples and with the Halflings at House Jorasco. Remind her to be discreet about her inquiries. I’ll meet you guys in exactly two hours at the Edge at Precarious.”
"Got it." Gian nodded back once more and headed down to the ship’s galley to look for the ship’s elven cleric.
“Where will you be?” Coreen asked.
“I’ll be checking out my own contacts.”
I walked off once more towards the Lyrandar tower and the city of Sharn.
Little Green Man
Gian was standing on top of the Ravenstorm’s sterncastle. He was currently overseeing the repairs on one of the four binding struts that support the ship’s elemental ring.
As he was about to fortify the struts with one of his magical enchantment, Gian heard a pair of arguing voices coming from within the Lyrandar docking tower. Judging from the sound, it was obvious that the captain and the bookkeeper have returned and that both their missions to the city did not go according to plan.
“I told you we couldn’t trust the wizard's guild to provide us with any job!” Coreen nagged as she walked beside her half-elf companion.
“It’s not my fault the guild doesn’t have any job it can offer us for now.” Devlin ran his hand thru his now unruly hair. “Besides, it’s not as if your own contacts came up with something that could help our situation!”
Coreen looked like she was lost for words. She quickly stomped off, down the ship’s stairs heading for the crew cabins.
Taking his cue, Gian swung down from where he was and gracefully landed on the main deck in front of the Lyrandar captain.
“If you two are done fighting; There’s someone who has been waiting for your return,” Gian stated.
"A visitor?" Devlin asked.
"He arrived shortly after you guys left."
Gian led Devlin towards the ship’s forecastle where a jade green warforged was standing by the ship’s rail, watching the city below.
As the captain and the artificer approached, the warforged looked up and moved towards them.
Other than its color it was obvious that the warforged appeared a bit unusual. Unlike many of it’s kind it had a shorter, leaner and more refined body. Something not suited for a regular warforged.
“Excuse me, but I am looking for a particular individual, a certain Devlin Sain d’Lyrandar.”
Gian quickly introduced the warforged to the captain.
“I am Herald, a loyal servant of Popora ir’Boromar. Lord Popora desires a meeting to discuss a matter both of great urgency and extreme delicacy. The Lord requests you attend an audience with him and is willing to compensate well for both your time and attention.”
As he was about to fortify the struts with one of his magical enchantment, Gian heard a pair of arguing voices coming from within the Lyrandar docking tower. Judging from the sound, it was obvious that the captain and the bookkeeper have returned and that both their missions to the city did not go according to plan.
“I told you we couldn’t trust the wizard's guild to provide us with any job!” Coreen nagged as she walked beside her half-elf companion.
“It’s not my fault the guild doesn’t have any job it can offer us for now.” Devlin ran his hand thru his now unruly hair. “Besides, it’s not as if your own contacts came up with something that could help our situation!”
Coreen looked like she was lost for words. She quickly stomped off, down the ship’s stairs heading for the crew cabins.
Taking his cue, Gian swung down from where he was and gracefully landed on the main deck in front of the Lyrandar captain.
“If you two are done fighting; There’s someone who has been waiting for your return,” Gian stated.
"A visitor?" Devlin asked.
"He arrived shortly after you guys left."
Gian led Devlin towards the ship’s forecastle where a jade green warforged was standing by the ship’s rail, watching the city below.
As the captain and the artificer approached, the warforged looked up and moved towards them.
Other than its color it was obvious that the warforged appeared a bit unusual. Unlike many of it’s kind it had a shorter, leaner and more refined body. Something not suited for a regular warforged.
“Excuse me, but I am looking for a particular individual, a certain Devlin Sain d’Lyrandar.”
Gian quickly introduced the warforged to the captain.
“I am Herald, a loyal servant of Popora ir’Boromar. Lord Popora desires a meeting to discuss a matter both of great urgency and extreme delicacy. The Lord requests you attend an audience with him and is willing to compensate well for both your time and attention.”
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