Inizii -- Logs

Derleth curses then, wishing that he'd had the forethought to start asking Lliara for prayers against disease... Then again, if this is the plague that Kyrel saw, then I doubt my simple powers would be enough...

The young man tries to get his breath, huffing. "People...along the bazaar, the...workplaces, they're getting sick, sir. R-retching something awful, I think a few have died... I'm not sure, a few are in bad shape, in the marketplace..."

Derleth blinks. "This sickness, it laid low men and women so quickly, man?"

"I...I don't know! There were reports early this morn about problems with nausea, but it might have been simply a small thing, that comes during the springs... But then many complained of nausea..." The elder healer nods his head. "Yes, I visited a few this morning but... That bad? They're vomiting... I'll have to see a victim, to properly name the plight..."

Derleth glances at Kyrel. "D'ye think we should go an see? Or mayhaps we shoul' just leave the good healers t' the task they know best..."

Kyrel stands and glances at the cleric. "Want to take a look? It doesn't sound like the same symptoms, but I suppose I should look before I make a claim either way... don't want to catch it ourselves, though..."

Silniya nods. "It could be connected to what you had your dream about, right?" Kyrel nods as the Elder gazes at the messenger. "Where was the hardest place hit, boy?"

"The bazaar, sir, the market especially..."

Derleth shrugs. "A look from afar might nae hurt...mind staying out of the Ilmaterian's way..."

Kyrel agrees. "Seems reasonable. We might want to see if any of the local villages have had disease recently." He turns back to the Ilmaterian priest. "Do you wish to go? We would be happy to accompany you."

Derleth scratches his chin. "Mayhaps...though me thinks that twould nae be that easy. Ah suspect that, if Talona be involved, one o' her get be behind this scourge...after all, th' guard seems t' be careful about disease intruding accidental like." He looks at the elder healer. "Father, we'll be out o' yer way...but we might be back t' speak t' ye after the immediate crisis be past."

The elder healer nods. "I'm most certainly going, good sir. Ilmater is needed; the ill's suffering too great to fall on deaf ears. As soon as I grab my kit, I'm headed that way. I would greatly appreciate your help; a fellow priest, even of another faith, can ease the ill. And you, good mage, can at least assist in calming the suffering, as can you, lady." The man then turns, heading at a brisk pace, nearly jogging out of the room.

Kyrel grins in spite of the grim news. "He's a good one. You can tell by the way they take command when there's a crisis. Let's go, folks."

Derleth grunts. "Ah well. Once more int' the fray, lord an lady." he says with a wry grin.

The high healer, accompanied by three other Ilmaterians and the trio are led by the messanger. The streets seem very still, the people almost grim; news of sickness spreads almost as quickly as the virus itself. A man in robes is assisting a fallen citizen on the road, spilled stomach on the roadside suggesting he's one of the fallen. The market place, however, is quite worse. The venders, mostly selling goods of craft or food, are closing up shop early, cloths over their mouths, to resist breathing the 'sick air'. At least a score lie crumpled, moaning or feverish.

Silniya pauses, a little ways into the marketplace. Her head tilts..."Odd..."

Derleth takes the simple precaution of dampening a large cloth from his belt in water and tying it around his nose and mouth. "Eh? What d'ye see, Sil?"

Kyrel follows Derleth's lead. "Or smell, perhaps?"

She glances about, wrinkling her nose. "Yes, Kyrel... I smell... Death. Not just the immediate dead but...decay."

The Ilmaterians go to work, paying no heed to the woman. The dead are moved with loving hands to an empty booth to be covered, but the sick are those who gain the most attention; prayers are offered over them, inspecting fingers prod aching, cramping, or feverish areas, to find the cause.

Derleth scratches his chin. "Hmmmm, Kyrel, tell me. Did ye say earlier that ye thought there were dark magic behind th' Talonite's disease?"

Kyrel says, "I thought there was dark magic behind the dream... either directly, or that's why Sashelas tried to warn me."

Derleth nods. "See iff'n ye can spot magic at work here naew. Perhaps speeding up th' disease, like?"

The three hear something distinct, in the background, some ways down the marketplace. A cat, hissing... before a sharp 'Yrowl!'. An exiting citizen tilts his head, looking in that direction.

Kyrel nods and mutters the incantation to detect magic. The mage's spell finds nothing. No taletell glow of magic is in sight.

Derleth frowns. "Stay 'ere and keep at it, Ky. And ye as well, Sil. Ah'll just be a moment.:"

Kyrel says, "Nothing here. Let's scout around. What was that cat yowling about?"

Silniya points. "It came from that direction, by that fruit stand."

Derleth heads off in the direction of the sound. Kyrel follows him, keeping the damp cloth tied around his mouth.

The three move to where the cat's call was heard. It's a short row of produce, fruits, vegetables, and further down the line there are fresh baked goods. Silniya pauses, holding up short. "That apple moved."

Derleth blinks at Sil's comment, and then walks in a circle around to take a closer look at where the ranger indicated. He blinks again as the fruit shifts a second time. "Sommat....under th' fruit?" he mutters to himself. Taking out a dagger, he starts nudging fruit aside, to see if he can spot what's underneath. There is brief movement, the color black, grey. Stench, like unburied dead, drifts up to his nostrils. As the dagger point shoves away an apple, a rat's face stares back at the cleric. Although, it's not quite a rat. Bits of fur hang from exposed bone, patches of flesh missing. Its slow movements halt and the thing rears up, producing a dry, almost alien, hiss; it sounds odd, without enough air moving through its mouth.

Derleth rears back, dropping the dagger and pulling his flail free, preparing to strike at the rat...

Kyrel recoils in disgust, his exclamation in his native Elven. "This is what the dream warned about."

The hiss of steel slipping from sheath is heard. Silniya's grip on her blade is firm, as she prepares to skewer the thing.

Kyrel says, "Careful, both of you. This is the magic. The little undead beast's eyes positively glow with it."

Derleth growls. "It be dead magic in a moment..."

The rodent then turns with the shaky, unnatural movements of undeath, the beast lurching as it pushes back underneath the fruit, although its path is clearly marked by the dislodged produce.

Derleth lashes out with his blessed flail, trying to smash the rat before it can escape! The cleric smashes the lower half of the rodent with a sickening crunch of bone, the flail nearly breaking the table. It appears that its hindquarters are shattered, but it still slowly crawls away under the apples.

Following Derleth's lead, Silniya's shortsword sweeps down, cleaving through the stack of apples where the rodent's upper half would be. Its tail stops moving into the pile. "I think I killed it..."

Kyrel says, "Well, it was already dead. Now, the next question is how many of them are there? I doubt that there was only one. Where was that cat?"

Derleth says, "Th' cat were calling from this direction...." He picks up his dagger and starts nudging smashed apples away from the corpse, to see it more clearly...

Silniya looks around, frowning. "If there weren't so many folk about, I would change; I could easily track it by scent. But, I think I'd be a tad suspicious, becoming a wolf all of a sudden..." Derleth retrieves the remains of the rat, and wraps the thing in a bit of cloth. "Let's at least take this t' the Ilmaterians b'fore we search."

Kyrel nods. "And keep your eyes open for others."

As if on cue, one of the younger priests wanders over, peering about. "What's the rucus," with his hand covering his mouth, " .. and what is that unearthly stench?"

Kyrel says, "Our disease-bearer, we think. An undead rat."

Derleth nods in response to Kyrel's assertion, handing the bundle to the boy. "Take this to yer masters."

The young cleric's eyes bulge. "Undead...rat? How..." His words cut short, glancing down at the bundle. For one who's been taking care of dead and sick, he turns a few colorful shades of green. Grabbing hold of the edges of the bundle, holding it out at arm's length, "I'll...certainly do that..."

Derleth eyes the young one amusedly. "Wi' haste, man! The elder's need this if they hope to heal th' afflicted!"

A few stalls down, by the baked goods, a passerby lets out a startled oath, reaching for a boot-knife.

Kyrel says, "Looks like we have another rat... shall we go, gentles?"

Derleth says, "Aye, mage. Twill be busywork fer us..."

Kyrel says, "And no guarantee that it'll do much good, I'm afraid. But for now, what else is there? If we kill the creatures now, we can slow down the spread of the sickness."

The three move closer, as the young priest scurries off. The man passing stabs downward... and gawks. The blade's handle, sticking straight up, still moves slowly. "Basheba's breasts," He mumbles in shock. As the three get closer, they see the source; weaving unnaturally through the stacks, the slender, tapered form of a snake, its rotting form impaled on a knife, pinned to the counter but still writhing.

Kyrel grimaces at the sight. "This is not good, methinks. Snakes are natural predators of rats... but the curse spreads to them if they attack the undead ones. I fear we'll have an undead cat somewhere around, as well."

Derleth says, "Cannae ye sense the carriers, Kyrel? ye said there was magic on th' rat..."

Kyrel says, "This one doesn't seem to. The rats are the originators...." He stops, staring at the snake. "Or maybe it just takes time to fully develop. It's showing magic now.""

Before the serpent can be cut down, it turns about, peering at the three coming. It's fanged mouth opens, the lower jaw nearly falling off, but the creature's mouth actually does move... "You shall not stop the will." It's voice rather loud, but like wind rustling leaves.

Kyrel looks at the snake. "Mayhaps not. But we're certainly going to try."

Derleth grunts as he eyes the pinned form of the snake. "Watch us, undaed thing." he spits, lashing out with the flail...

The undead thing seems to offer no response, except, "You shall di-" It's words stopped, as the head is actually flattened by Derleth's flail.

Derleth sighs. "Ah dinnae suppose ye have a spell what can detect undead then?

Kyrel says, "Sorry, not right now. And detect magic is fairly short-lived, too. I can't go tracking them all down that way."

The owner of the knife pulls the blade out, just staring... Wiping the remnants of snake carcass off his dagger, he replaces it in it's sheath. Glancing up, "That's...just not right."

Kyrel nods to the citizen. "I'd have to agree, sir. It's definitely not right."

He nods, scratching his scalp. "What the hell was that?"

Kyrel is half-lost in thought already, trying to figure out why he could detect magic on the creatures, since undead don't normally radiate magic. "Hmmm? Oh... a very good question. A very good question indeed..."

Derleth sighs sourly. "Next time, ah'll be sure t' keep such a prayer on hand...especially when we consider Ebrek shall return eventually..."

The man nods, looking at the food and obviously reconsidering his earlier thought of taking some. "It looked...undead. But, I thought... in the tales, only greater things, liches, actually spoke...Huh." He shakes his head.

Kyrel says, "That thing wasn't so much undead as animated. Something spoke through it, rather than it speaking to us on its own. I wish I knew what, though...."

Derleth decides to try something else, to see if it will bear fruit. Clasping his pendant, he casts the spell to detect evil...

The stranger glances up at Derleth for a moment, before chewing his lip. A shake of his head. "Place's never been right since last year," He mutters, and, sticking hands in pockets, starts walking past the trio.

Derleth actually grins then as his head pans around and eyes another fruit stand. "A'right. Time t' make fruit salad," he says, striding over with flail in hand.

Kyrel glances at the others, then hurries after the human. "Wait a moment, sir. What do you mean, since last year? What happened?"

The fellow turns, glancing back at Kyrel. "Huh? Oh, well, things just happen to have been...changing. Certain...influences dissolving." Eyes shift about a moment.

Derleth peeks under the stall, seeking the undead thing hiding underneath it...

Kyrel fixes a harder look on the human. "What kind of influences? This is important."

Derleth snorts. "Figures. Them birds are half dead anyway..." He lashes out at the hiding avian....

Silniya, pausing to glance from the stranger, to Derleth, and indecisive about which to follow, stays in the middle, though at Kyrel's tone, turns his way. The stranger frowns, leaning closer to the mage. "Not so loud," He mutters. "Let's just say the big shadows of Seleguant broke up."

The strike, although awkward due to the cleric's positioning, actually snaps the feathery corpse's head off. It moves around a moment, before simply falling over.

The stranger then adds, more quietly, "Or, so rumors say..."

Kyrel nods. "I see... thank you." He turns back toward Derleth, who is happily smashing undead pigeons.

Derleth looks back towards Silniya. "Lady, wou'l ye help me? Nudge this dead bird int' the open...me flail's a worse tool than ye're sword...'sides, ah be hoping t'collect more undead and then purge this place oh them all in one large purifying fire..." He looks around, seeking more baneful auras.

She sighs, and stoops down. "And here I spend a good afternoon, raking up dead things with a blade..." She extends the shortsword, and flicks the corpse out from under the vending booth. "You want the head, too?" SHe asks, looking over her shoulder.

The stranger gives a nod. "You with them?" He asks Kyrel, head jerking toward the Ilmaterians.

Derleth stares a moment, seeming to be looking in the direction of a priest of Ilmater and his sick charge..."Aye...." he says absently to Silniya as he strides forward...

Kyrel shrugs. "For now. I'm not against them, at any rate."

The werewoman flicks the thing's head beside it's body. Nodding, the fellow pulls a hand out of his pocket, offering a hand. "You look like a good fella. Name's Demitri."

Kyrel takes the offered hand. "Kyrel. Itinerant mage and bounty hunter."

As Derleth approaches, the young priest glances up. "Here to help, good sir?" Derleth turns back to look at Kyrel, his face pale. "Ky, ah think tis worse than we thought." He turns to look back at the acolyte. "Back away from 'im." he says, indicating the thug.

The fledgeling priest blinks. "Why? He's sick! He needs Ilmater's hand!" Demitri seems a little less then enthusiastic with the handshake, after catching the last wind of his comment. Removing his hand, "Bounty hunter, y'say... What brings you here?" Silniya walks closer to Derleth. "What is it?"

Derleth shakes his head, gently nudging the priest backwards with a firm hand. "Ah think this disease not only turns the infected into carriers...but also into intelligent undead that spread the disesase further. Ah detect the taint of evil on 'im."

The priest's eyes grow wide, and he backpeddles hastily. "By Ilmater's gloves..."

Kyrel chuckles. "Emphasis on the 'hunting' part. My last commission was to capture some live winter-wolves, and before that I and some colleagues were training a town militia up north a ways. I don't generally get involved in hunting down human criminals. Right now we're heading south to check out some leads and escort an orphan to the temple of Lliara."

Derleth looks more closely at the thug, trying to determine if the aura truly comes from him...

Silniya just...stares at Derleth, then looks down at the sick man, a burly tough. "Are you sure? He looks just sick." The thug looks up through feverish eyes. "Whatch atalkin' about... I ain't no dead..." A weak hand dropping to the knife at his belt, trying to stare up at Derleth with glassy, but angry, eyes.

Demitri seems much more comfortable, now. "Aaaah... proper mercenaries, or travelers if you will. I gotcha. I would've done some cave-sneaking, myself, for the riches anyway. But, life's better in city walls..." The last statement seems a little less then convinced, now that he's looking at the sick and dying.

Kyrel nods. "More comfortable, most of the time.. and for most folks. Some of us... aren't that welcome anywhere." He brushes the hair back from his face, incidentally exposing the half-elven ears for a moment.

The fellow waves his hand. "Eh...that's only in areas where idiocy overpowers common sense..." A grin. "Which, is a lot of places... Just depends on who you're dealing with." He shrugs. "Me, I've seen a few elf maids, before, and think they've got a one-up on human women."

Kyrel chuckles. "My father thought so, too. But that's a longer story than we may have time for." He's been walking back in the direction of the clerics while chatting with the local. "Find anything else of interest, Derleth?"

Demitri nods faintly. "Fair enough. There is a tavern, down in the poor section, where those not of the human persuasian aren't welcome, but that's only because the owner has a pike that needs to be removed from his delicates." The Ilmaterian priest gapes at Derleth. "He's...undead?"

Derleth squints. "Ah'm nae sure, t' be honest. For a moment, ah was sure...now ahm nae..."

The young priest nods. "Then, do you mind if I go back to helping him?" he asks, as the thug holds a hand over his stomach, going into dry heaves.

Derleth nods, stepping back. "Ah guess. Ye're in no danger fer now...careful though. Throwing up o'er your charge woul' be bad..." He gives the thug a stern look. "Behave fer this young'n, naew."

Kyrel grins at Demitri. "Sounds like a few elves I could name, too. Funny thing about that... it's always the stupid ones who get bent out of shape by things like that."

A nod. "Ya," The fellow adds. "But, harsh life, short mind, or tragedy can do that to a man."

The thug groans, and simply drops his knife, the priest moving to his side.

Derleth steps away then, looking for other auras similar to the snake and the rat. He grunts. "Mebbe that's it...still, we might search farther afield t' be sure..."

"You're looking for more of those rotting things?" Demitri announces with a blink.

Derleth glances at the fellow who's been talking with Kyrel. "They're what's spreading the disease." he says. "Iff'n we kill all them, then we can bring a halt t' the scourge...fer naew, at least."

Kyrel nods. "Somehow, I doubt that it will be that easy, though."

Silniya peers at Derleth a moment. "Wait a moment... These are undead, right? Animated corpses? What brings animated corpses to unlife?"

Derleth says, "Magic, typically."

Kyrel says, "Or divine intervention by the evil deities..."

She nods. "Right. So, either the source of this magic, or the god's foresight, is going to keep letting dead animals rise up, right? So, I doubt that kicking around the result is going to fix anything, if they can just produce more."

Derleth shakes his head. "Ah think we might be safe from that, at least fer now. Iff'n an evil mage or priest o' Talona were about, they'd show up t' me right naew like a fireball burning inna night."

Kyrel says, "Oh, they're not here at the moment. But they've got to be somewhere... and we're not going to stop the plague until we find them."

Derleth grumbles. "T' question is, where d' we look.." He takes a flagon of oil out and pours it over the pile of zombie bits, and then lights it afire.

Silniya covers her nose. "Gods, did you have to do that upwind, too?"

Derleth blinks, and then looks abashed. "Ah'm sorry Sil. Ah dinnae think..."

Kyrel says, "C'mon over here... at least until the wind shifts again."

She nods, and ties a bandage about her face. "More disturbing then the disease, is the method. It's a foulness against nature, using undeath, but animals as vessels?"

Kyrel snaps his fingers suddenly... the back of his mind has been nibbling at the problem even while he's been chatting and commenting. "That's it. That's what's been bothering me. If this isn't direct divine intervention - and it probably isn't, the gods don't usually allow each other to do that - then whoever's doing the casting needs materials. Onyx, to be precise. Whoever's doing this, in this kind of quantity, must be running through a pile of the stuff."

Derleth blinks. "Aye? D'ye think it can be traced?"

Kyrel says, "Onyx is pretty expensive - its a semiprecious gem. In the kind of quantity we're looking at here, I would think we could track the purchases. Start with the legitimate dealers, and then work our way through the smugglers and thieves if we need to."

A glance around, before Demitri raises his hand, at the end of Kyrel's statement. "I ah...might be of some assistance, with the latter..." He murmurs lowly.

Derleth scratches his chin. "Presuming the bastard didnae think ahead. Semi-precious stone or nae, it's not rare enough that one might nae find a place laced wi' it in the wild..."

Kyrel looks over to Demitri. "Indeed.... you have contacts, then? Can you check around and see if anyone's been moving an unusual amount of the stuff?"

Derleth says, "Or does it require cut stones, Kyrel?"

Silniya glances back and forth. "A question... If this is a spellcaster, and they're raising animal corpses... Would they be animating other things, too? More...humanish?"

Demitri chuckles a little. "I know the alleys and darker corners of the city, a little. Who runs their mouth, who might sell what... Though, if you're looking to buy information, my guess would be to find 'The Mill'."

Derleth says, "Wi'out a doubt, Sil, That's why ah were concerned wi' that thug the young priest was tending..."

Kyrel says, "Possibly. I don't know about the spell for animating animals - they may have found a shortcut using less expensive gemstones for the smaller creatures. Still, it requires a fair amount of the stones for the number of undead vermin we've seen so far. Unless the fellow lucked out and found a quarry of the things, he'll have had to buy some."

Derleth nods. "It be better than just sittin' on our thumbs, belike."

Silniya nods. "That's not my point, though, Kyrel... what I'm asking is, where's the caster getting the bodies..."

Derleth grunts. "Animal corpses aren't exactly hard t' find, Sil...least not wi such common animals as rats an birds."

Kyrel nods. "And once he's got a few, they can be programmed to bring back more." He turns back to Demitri. Where might we find this 'Mill' place?"

The rogue lifts up his hands. "'The Mill' isn't a place. It's a person."

Kyrel blinks. "Ah. Where might we find him, then? Or her?"

She shakes her head. "No, not animals, but human bodies."

Derleth says, "Well, we're nae sure that they're e'en using humans yet. But, twould nae be a bad idea t' check the local graveyard..."

Kyrel says, "I don't think he's using humans. Not yet, at least.. although if the plague gets going in a big way, he'll have a ready supply. Plagues are not pretty."

"That would likely be the theatre." He points north-east, roughly. "Which would happen to be in the Upper section of the city."

The werelady shakes her head, vehemently. "We've only seen dead animals, Kyrel. Just like we havn't seen the cause of this, we haven't seen what else there is, right?"

Derleth nods. "A'right, Sil, ye dinnae need t' hit us over the head." He thinks a moment. "Mayhap ye and Kyrel should check into this Mill fellow, since Ky knows all about onyx...an' I'll pay a visit t' the graveyard an the local tenders."

Silniya glances to Derleth. "I'm sure you can handle things your way if something pops up out of the ground to get you, but I doubt I'd be of much use to Kyrel. Besides, our friend here," She states, gesturing to Demitri, "Seems to know his way..." A look to the mage and Derleth, as if to say 'If we can trust him'.

Kyrel nods. "If you wouldn't mind, Demitri? I'm sure we can give you a bit of compensation for your trouble..."

Derleth shakes his head. "Ah'd welcome yer company, Sil." he says, though a faint flush places that slightly in doubt. "But iff'n we split up, ah c'd nae leave Kyrel wi' out a ready sword backup. Especially, if his trail happens across the evildoer..."

Kyrel shrugs. "I could say the same about you, Derleth. I've got Kiri to watch for ambushes, after all, and I can manage a fair defense myself."

The rogue gives a nod. "Certainly. I don't think it's wise to walk blindly into alleys and byways at night, without knowing where not to step." He glances to the cleric. "Not to mention, I've been known for a silver tongue... if not that, then skilled with a blade."

Derleth says, "Ah dinnae want t' place yer skills in doubt, Ky. But forgive me, iff'n ah feel safer than ye, wi' ensorceled steel protectin' me bones. If ye think ye'd be better dealing with men on yer own, though..."

Derleth considers the other fellow....concentrating his detection spell on him for a moment...

Kyrel grins. "Well, there's no reason we can't work together. But gathering information... that's best done one-on-one, I think. A swarm of folks descending on a broker like that..." He breaks off as the Ilmaterian approaches.

The elder healer starts walking toward the four. "I...reviewed what's left of the bundle you sent me," He says, gazing at Derleth a moment, before Kyrel. "And, guessing by the symptoms, the disease is caused by filth. Generally that takes indigestion, or injury...guessing from what you showed me, it's obvious these unfortunate people ate what the creatures touched."

Derleth seems satisfied with what he sees, looking instead towards the healer. "Are ye sure? Could not these folk have been bitten by these vermin?"

Kyrel nods. "And that's why they're hanging around the food stalls here. Trying to infect as many people as they can... get into the city's food supply."

The rogue looks up, as the Ilmaterian approaches, quieting a moment, before murmuring to Kyrel, "Indeed. Easier with two then four."

The healer glances back to Derleth. "Well, one of the dead had a bite mark on his foot. It could've been from one of them..." A helpless shrug. "Judging by the onset of the symptoms, I'd say they could've ingested it within a day and a half..." Tone deeply worried, his eyes span the marketplace, face grim.

Kyrel says, "And if so... if there's been that long to spread contaminated food around... can it be washed clean, somehow?"

Derleth nods. "Innat case, ye'd best work t' purify the food in the market.... we found vermin in three specific places." he says, indicating where. "But tis best to be sure an blanket th' food vendors with yer prayers. Meantime, we mean t' be about searching for the source o' this plague, good sirrah."

The healer shakes his head glumly. "That's certainly what we shall do, after prayers are asked for, but that's not my main concern. If the vermin have been spreading it for over a day's time, then this food could've reached a lot of people, within the city. Wives coming in to purchase it for dinner, cooks for taverns, festholls..."

Derleth grimaces. "Do what ye can, and convince the other temples to contribute clerics to do likewise, good healer. And we promise that we'll do likewise. An' we'll also do our best...in seeking the plague bringer."

The healer nods. "I'll send messages out to the nearest temples, even the smaller shrines, asking for all those of the cloth to help in the aiding of the sick."

Silniya nods to Derleth. "You and I to the graveyard, right?"

Derleth smiles to Silniya. "Aye, swordlady. Keep yer brain spinning, though....iff'n that be a dead end, we might think on other avenues to try..."

"Aye," she replies. The elder healer nods. "Thank you, gentleman, I can see you have things you need to attend to. May your path be blessed with no pain."

Demitri shifts towards Kyrel. "I suggest we wait until later this eve, to go out."

Kyrel nods. "And Demitri and I will see if the Mill has anything of interest to tell us." He glances at the rogue. "For a price, I assume? Information brokers rarely give things out for free."

He nods. "Yes; I do hope you have the cash to take care of it."

Kyrel nods. "As long as it's reasonable. Do you have any recommendations to make?"

As the Ilmaterian walks off, the rogue rubs his chin. "Coin is always good. I'm thinking information would work too...although, I've never actually met The Mill before."

Kyrel says, "Would you recognize him? Him, I assume... if you saw him?"

A shake of his head. "Likely, if asked the right people, the direction would be easy. And, as I recall, The Mill is a woman."

Kyrel says, "Indeed. Best to know that ahead of time. We'll go and see her, then."

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