Thread: Sword and Sorcery (Aldir, Dals Way)

Leann had lifted an eyebrow over Anya having issues with more complicated words, a reminder of exactly whom she was talking to. Most people were not exactly afforded good education she had found, she had just been lucky to be a sorceress. Unlucky in some ways, but fortunate in being afforded education. The woman often times mistook education for intellect, mixing the two together and coming to conclusions that those without were dim. Often she forgot that the two were not hand in hand as she so liked to imagine. Despite Anyas academic short coming, and what Leann liked to say, she had her moments. The sorceress turned her attention to the man as he took Anyas invitation to be seated, noting first his clothing. It was of a finer cloth than many she had seen here, likely indicating a high society man or wealth. Either one could very well offer lucrative work for the pair, though either one could also likely afford soldiers. She crossed her arms under her breasts and simply leaned back as she waited for their potential employer to speak his piece. The man let down his cowl, revealing a somewhat aged face, black hair streaked grey and a prominent hawk nose. Excellent. My name is Alphonse Reric. I represent a party that, while high of wealth and birth, would prefer to keep this dealing strictly off the record. This job involves discretion and no small amount of danger, though I suspect you both are used to such things. The man started. As you may or may not be aware, our fair empire has fallen victim to a rebel faction attempting to weaken the rightful claim of Emperor Leopold Argus IV. It has come to my patrons attention that a small splinter of this treasonous band have set up shop along the main road from this village heading south. Naturally this reflects poorly upon my patron to have these people here on his land. He explained at length, Leann started to get the basic picture of this. He would prefer to avoid incident in having to send in soldiers, as well as word possibly making its way back to the capitol. That is where you two ladies come in. One of you appears suitably battle hardened, and it appears to me that the other is not all that she appears either. The job is that you track and hunt down this splinter group and eliminate them. My patron is willing to offer a hefty sum for this service, and would permit you to take liberties on whatever you might find at their encampment, supplies, weapons, slaves of spoil, it matters little to him so long as they are removed from this region. I possess a generous advance payment with me, should you accept. The man finished, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. Leann drummed her fingers across her chin, pondering over this offered job carefully and thoughtfully. The deal itself sounded rather sweet, whatever reward this shadowy patron offered as well as victors spoils and there was even an advance payment. However reading between the lines, the sorceress wondered if there was something more sinister at work behind the scenes. She disliked being kept in the dark regarding who she was working for it reeked of a possible set up often times. Still, they did need the money regardless and this was a fine way to get whatever they needed. Leann held no great love for the rebellion or its ideals she grew up in imperial controlled territory and held no ill will towards the current emperor. Anya was a barbarian and the sorceress could bet the taller woman didnt give a rats ass who was who politically, long as there was something in it for her. The dark haired woman opted to keep her silence for now, letting Anya continue to do the talking as well as work out any details she might want.