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« Reply #25 on: February 02, 2003, 04:03:14 AM »
The beautifully crafted sign of the Swinging Parrot swayed gently showing off its multicolored finery. "Looks like that parrot is calling our names. Shall we give it a go?"

As they walked in the entrance the warm commotion of a busy tavern flowed over them. The steady murmur of voices, none too argumentative or raunchy that may greet you at the more seedy taverns, flowed over the two newest guests. A quick glimpse over the crowd showed them to be wearing moderate finery and many were in good spirits. Only a few glances reached them initially and thankfully, that Talon could see, none of them rested to long on them.

"Best stay slightly behind me and let me do the talking. Don't try and hide yourself, that only brings attention, but do stay behind me. It might be worth a good glance around the place and see if you recognize anybody, you never know." Talon looks at LiAra and smiles, "I think this will be fun. This is a nice place."

Talon tried to time their walk to the bar to match the finishing of the barkeeper placing another round on a waitress' tray. "Good day kind Sir," Talon spoke in a deeper conversational voice and a slight accent, "with whom do we inquire about a room?"

"Be just a moment sir," the barkeep replied and he dissappeared through a door behind the bar.

"Usually the barkeeper would know if no rooms are vacant or could turn us away if he thought us out of our station. It is a good sign that he left to get somebody. See anything?" Talon turns around and leans on the bar to get a better view of the tavern. "Looks like there are some private rooms over there. We can get settled and come down for a good meal if you are still hungry."

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« Reply #26 on: February 02, 2003, 02:23:22 PM »
LiAra scanned the room, looking for anyone she recognized.  Apparently her luck was holding up; she didn't see any of Jeryn's men.  "I think if we get the room, I'm just going to sleep.  I'm dead tired."  Of couse,  that's what comes of staying awake for three days.  The inn was a nice place, to be sure, but LiAra couldn't immagine why Talon thought it would be fun.

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"Tell me again why I'm doing this?"
"Because father thought it might be a good idea to get the assassin Kyler to solve his problem.  So that means someone has to find Talon."
"What garuntees have I got that Talon won't turn me down, or possibly worse?"
"You're going to tell him that that little witch had father under a spell, and it was her fault that the job he did went wrong."
"Uh huh.  Do you have any idea where I start looking for him?"
"I had someone ask around.  Talon supposedly got a contract that took him to Fledding."
"And by ask around you mean..."
"Someone with no known connection to us did the asking."
"You know, I don't think I want to know how you managed that."
"Wise man."
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« Reply #27 on: February 02, 2003, 11:56:46 PM »
"Sleep, of course," Talon remarks without the accent and continues to scan the room seeing a few nice looking females enjoying a simple dinner and drink. One in particular that was sitting alone caught his attention and he tried to make it slightly obvious to LiAra who he was looking at. She was of medium height and build, pretty, but overdressed. Her attempt to look highborne revealed her middleborn roots.

From the door behind the bar entered the barkeeper accompanied by a small, stout fellow dressed entirely in scarlet from his boots to neck. "Good evening to you Sir. I have been told you are requesting a room." He reaches under the counter and draws out a ledger. "We have plenty fine rooms for you sir, what can I interest you in." He draws a quill pen from under the counter, freshly dipped, leaves it poised above the ledger as he looks to Talon.

"I am not looking for extravagance, simply economy of use, if you will. One with a desk and some privacy would be most appropriate." The accent is deeper again as Talon makes the request.

"Very good sir, I have just the thing." He scibbles madly in the ledger and reaches under his desk retrieving a ring of keys.

While the man is searching through the keys Talon nonchalantly reviewed his ledger. Talon saw marked by the most recent writings marked as a male and female with their room number. Scanning quickly upwards he found another mark with a single female and noted the room number.

The man quickly found the key. "Shall we settle this now sir, or shall we take care of the necessities in the morning?" The implication of 'now' was obvious.

Talon reaches to his belt and a moment later tosses the appropriate coin on the table. "If it is convenient, we shall be visiting here until further notice." Talon throws some more coin on the table. "I would ask that we are left undisturbed through the night and I am certain we will have a late breakfast."

"Very good, sire. Very good." The move from sir to sire was quite plain. A convenient thing knowing this man can be bought.

The man moved around the counter to escort the two to their room. "My name is Trile, if you need anything Trile can get it for you, just ask. There is somebody downstairs all night as well so if you need anything at any time just ask." His banter and offerings continued until they were brought into their room. Another coin from Talon got him on his way with the promise that a wash basin and towel would be placed outside the room within moments.

The room was moderately styled, had a single bed centered in the room with a light mosquito net covering it. A medium sized table was to one side with an ornate padded chai.. Talon breathed in with relief, while the ground would have been perfectly comfortable, a nice chair to lean back in was a welcomed sight.

A slight clunk outside the door was heard as the water basin was set down. A moment later Talon spoke. "I will be but a moment." Talon quickly walked to the door and exited closing the door behind him.

Marking the numbered rooms as they first entered he knew to take a right down the hall. Coming to the chosen door he waited a few moments to see if any sounds emanated from it. None did, so he tried the door. Locked. From a pouch on his belt he took out his picks and made short work of the poor lock. He entered the room and closed the door behind him silently.

It was a luxurious apartment, more the what he expected. Maybe he underestimated her, but that was in his favor. Across from the bed was a trunk, just what he was looking for. Unlocked, he quickly opened it and lightly rifled through it finding a long, thick undergarment that would fall to the ankles.

Talon closed the trunk and made his way back to their room. He offered the undergarment to LiAra and brought in the washbasin and cloths supplied. "You may not be hungry, but I am. I would like to go downstairs to get something to eat and give you a little privacy."

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« Reply #28 on: February 04, 2003, 12:12:55 AM »
LiAra had realized Talon was trying to get her to look at someone, but as she had no idea who she was supposed to look at or why, she didn't worry about it too much.  Talon arranged the room, and they went with the small innkeeper.  After the innkeeper left, followed shortly by Talon, she looked around the room.  It was a nice enough place.  Apparently Jeryn had no idea what he was talking about when he made disdainful remarks about "the common folk," a term LiAra had come to realize meant "everyone else."  Why am I thinking about that all of the sudden?  It made no difference one way or another what he thought.  Just then Talon returned.  As he handed her the underdress, she raised an eyebrow at him briefly.  She was mildly curious as to where he had got it, but as she suspected she knew, and it really had no effect on the grand scheme of things, she let it go.  "All right then.  Have a good meal.  Good night."  As he left, she looked again at the underdress.  It was too big for her, but it would be warm to sleep in.  She washed up and looked again at her arm.  The cut was healing nicely, but it would leave a scar.  Now, I'll just sit down for a moment before I change my clothes...  She never made it further than that.  Almost as soon as she sat down, exhaustion grabbed her and she fell asleep, still holding the makeshift nightgown.
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« Reply #29 on: February 14, 2003, 11:25:40 PM »
It had been awhile since Talon had been here but he most definitely remembered his contact in the Sailor's Nest. Talon left The Swinging Parrot and tried to orientate himself in relation to the front gate. Getting his bearings he set off. It took him a little bit to make his way to the Nest. Full dark had descended on the city and the street traffic was drastically reduced. From what he remembered it wasn’t necessarily a dangerous thing to be out, accepting the fact that one knew where one was. Most shops closed their doors and people spent the last hours of wakefulness in the comfort of their own homes or, in the case of those he was visiting, the comfort of a tavern.

The streets in this area of town were not stone and the entrance to the Sailor’s Nest was a muddy tracked mess from the recent rains. Not worrying about the mud, Talon stepped to the door and let himself in. In start contrast to the Swinging Parrot, the Nest was a bustling room full of flagon swinging patrons with one hand, hollering for a refill, and groping the serving wenches with the other. Talon wove his way through the ale stained tables and made his way to a closed door in the back.

Two hard knocks brought a small spidery looking fellow that walked with a hunched back. “Captain, good to see you again.�

“Talon, it sure be you wouldn’t it? Come in, come in. Been awhile,� the hunched man crept backwards allowing room for Talon to enter. A nod from his head sent a large man sitting in a chair to the side out of the room, but not before a long assessment of Talon. A small grunt from the little man closed the door. “I am sure you remember Rastal, he still finds it impossible that you bested him.�

“Rastal shall get over it I am sure. He has his value.� Talon made his way to a seat in front of a well worn desk.

“He may yet. He has been doing some extra training and I wager you may have another go at him if you plan on staying around here for any amount of time.� The man gently lowered himself into his seat behind the desk.

“If he must,� Talon sat forward a little bit. “I plan on being in the area for a few days at least. I have a task for you to do Sheldon.�

Sheldon sat as straight as his back would allow and his eyes slightly raised, “Excellent, it has been a little slow around and, as you know, your money is always good here.�

“So I expect. ‘Tis a simple task really, but one of some importance to me. Two names. Jeryn and Zyll. I want to know about their operations here. I want to know how many of Jeryn’s men are here and where they operate. For Zyll, I just need information on him, whatever you have.�

Sheldon sat back again allowing his back to bend his head down once again, “Zyll and Jeryn eh? They have a history, as you no doubt know. In somewhat recent past Zyll has gotten the bad end of some deals with Jeryn. Currently Zyll is trying to pick up the pieces but it is slim pickings. When the deal went bad for him he had to stiff a few people that don’t normally take well to being stiffed. He has since hired extra guards and has some more city guards on his payroll to look after his well being. Nobody really knows what exactly will come of it, but there are a choice few that would like to get a piece of Zyll. Jeryn, that name most often falls from the tounges of Zyll’s men, usually in the form of a curse. Truth told, Jeryn’s business has made some rich men here as well. Whatever happened, and there are few that really know the details, took from the rich and gave to the poor. Some of the small shops that were going under because of Zyll’s strong arm are suddenly quite prosperous. Only bad when you look at it from Zyll’s point of view. Will have to dig a little bit to learn anything else. Circumstances are odd and don’t lend themselves well to questions.�

Talon nodded and paused a moment in thought. Leaning back once again in his chair, Talon reached to his side and removed the coin purse and tossed it onto the desk. “This should cover most of your expenses for what I ask. Send a message to the Siren’s Call with the name Lonat when you have what I ask.� Talon got up to leave at Sheldon’s grunting acknowlegement.

“Talon,� Sheldon’s almost whisper turned Talon around before he exited the room. “Zyll and Jeryn is bad business. The circumstances are rich with the scent of spilled blood. Something is building and there are few that know what. It may be that your presence here is not a welcomed thing, it may get the response that nobody wants. This place is like a suspended droplet of water, the slightest shake could send it tumbling into the darkness below.�

Talon paused at the open door. “I hear you, we will see what happens. I best keep a low profile and you understand the trust you have by receiving that location. Best not spoil that trust.�

Talon left the bar deep in thought. Trouble was brewing from the sound of it. Hopefully Sheldon will be able to figure something out. Talon made his way back towards the Swinging Parrot. On the way he stopped by a very large Inn called Siren’s Call that he passed on his way to the Nest. Talon entered the Siren’s call and went to the front desk where he quickly rented a room under the name Lonat and told the desk to hold all messeges.

Talon then made his way back to the Swinging Parrot taking various routes almost getting lost at one point. When finally sure of his surroundings and sure that he wasn’t being followed he entered the inn and had a filling dinner. Talon then went up and entered the room where he found LiAra asleep and fully clothed holding the nightgown. Talon set himself in the chair and gave it a comfortable tilt and proceeded to catch what sleep he could as well.

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« Reply #30 on: February 15, 2003, 09:46:54 PM »
Daskil made it into Fledding in the middle of the night.  It was the last place he wanted to be.  d**n the little witch, d**n Talon, d**n Jeryn, d**n them all.  He could be in a warm bed with his pretty mistress.  Instead, he was in Fledding, cold, and standing in a mud road arguing with a fool.  And it was starting to rain again.  Lovely.  Just lovely.  "Look, I'm just trying to find a fellow named Talon concerning a business proposition."
"I ain't never heard of this fellow Talon."
"Bloody- look, will this jog your memory?"  Daskil pulled a small bag of coins and waved it at the man.
"Come to think of it, it seems I've heard old Sheldon mention this Talon.  I know I've heard Rastal talk about him.  'Course, if you go by Rastal's opinion, you just might want to find someone else."
Hmm.  So Rastal might be an enemy of Talon's.  Potentially useful.  Daskin held out the money pouch, but kept hold of it.  "And can you tell me where I could find either of those gentlemen?"
"They're always at the Sailor's Nest."  And with that, the man snatched the money and was gone, leaving Daskin to pick his way through the streets in search of the Sailor's Nest.
It wasn't too bad; he only got lost twice.  Of course, at one point he was forced to quietly kill a would-be thief.  He doubted anyone would miss him.
The Sailor's Nest was precisely what it sounded like, a haven for drunken seamen.  Daskin made his way through the muddle to the bar.  "I'm looking for a man named Sheldon.  Or a fellow named Rastal, if he's easier to get hold of."
A big fellow looked up at him.  "I'm Rastal."
"I was told you know a fellow named Talon.  I would like to find him."
"Yeah, I know Talon.  Blighter's in town now."
Well, at least that information had been correct.  "Would you know where is is?"
"No.  But Sheldon does, most likely."
Daskin's patience was wearing thin.  "And where is Mr. Sheldon?"
"Over there.  The little guy."
Daskin went over to the man indicated.  "Excuse me.  Are you Sheldon?"
"Yes."
"I understand that you know how to contact a man named Talon."
"It depends entirely why you're asking."
"A confidential business matter."
"Do I look like a fool?  You have to do better than that."
"I would like to hire him.  It really is a private matter."  He dropped another small bag of coins.  At least he hadn't come totally unprepared.
The little fellow eyed it.  "I can't promise anything, but I'll mention it to him.  It's really up to him."
Of course.  A stream of obscenities ran through Daskin's mind, but he only said, "I apprieciate it.  Can you tell me where a reasonably priced inn is?"
"You might try the Swinging Parrot.  It's likely to still have rooms at this hour."
"Thank you.  I can be contacted there.  Name of Daskin."
"If you don't hear from me there in... call it two days, well, that'll be all the answer you get."
The man gave Daskin directions to the Swinging Parrot, and politely got rid of him.  That assassin had d**n well better be worth all of this.  He debated the wisdom of using his own name as a contact.  If Talon remembered him as working for Jeryn, it might ruin everything before he even got started.  Couldn't be helped now.  It didn't matter.  He wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting with Talon anyway.  If this plan didn't work, well, Jeryn could d**n well think of something else, that didn't involve Daskin.
He found the inn without much problem, and registered for a room.  He was tired, and would be glad to get some sleep.  This place wasn't half bad.  He'd have to see about finding someone to help him warm up the bed if he was still here tomorrow, though.
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« Reply #31 on: February 20, 2003, 11:53:12 PM »
The smell of morning's breakfast reached Talon's nose early that morning. He had been awake for awhile listening to the even breathing of LiAra. She must have been beat. Wonder how long she has been on the run? She can use the rest I am sure.

Talon stood and stretched. Although the chair looked comfortable it sure wasn't built for sleeping. He had been on splintered wooden chairs without cushions that were easier to sleep on.

Talon made his way downstairs and found Trile directing a few people on various chores. "Tile, good morning to you."

"Sire, good morning. I was expecting you later, I hope your nights rest was satisfactory?" Tile was asking the required questions of an innekeeper.

"I would like a private room to break my fast. When the lady that accompanies me here comes down, please show her to me, will you?"

Tile made his way over to Talon and when the private room was mentioned he angled himself towards the row of curtained tables. "Of course sir."

Talon sat at the table and leaned against the back wall of the booth, bringing his feet up onto the bench in a very relaxed position. As Tile brought in a healthy breakfast of ham, bread, and some assorted sausages he took out a short pipe from a small bag and tightly packed it with Ring Mountain herbs, his favorite smoke weed.

Talon ate some and relaxed. It had been awhile since he could just relax. After breakfast he would take a short side trip off to Siren's Call to see if any messages were left and then they would go shopping. Once they were ready they would go pay a visit to Zyll. Talon felt another purse on his belt and figured how much he had left in his pack. Enough for shopping and perhaps a few other things, but if anything big came along he would have to make a stop at his stash. He had tokens for accounts from the local money lenders, but here he was only known as Talon and he didn't want to advertise that he was here yet. The Captain's warnings still bothered him and he would have to figure that out and see if it trully was a factor.

Talon's mind drifted in and out of a light sleep as he waited for LiAra.

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« Reply #32 on: February 21, 2003, 06:40:20 PM »
When LiAra woke up, it was already late in the morning.  She felt so much better after a night's sleep.  Talon wasn't there; he had probably already woken up and went in search of breakfast.  She wandered downstairs.  Breakfast sounded like an excellent proposition at the moment.  The innkeeper materialized at her elbow.  "I trust mi'lady had a good rest?"
LiAra nodded.  She noticed him eyeing her dishevelled clothes, but he didn't say anything.  Presumably he didn't want to lose Talon's good will.  "Your companion arranged a private area for your breakfast.  He asked that I show you to him when you came downstairs."
LiAra allowed herself to be led in the direction of some curtain tables.  She found Talon sitting at one, half asleep.  After the innkeeper brought her breakfast, LiAra said, "Good morning.  Assuming it still is, of course.  I'm sorry I slept so long."  The food here was very good, and precisely what LiAra needed at the moment.   There was a pleasant smell in the air, probably a combination of the food aromas and Talon's pipe.  Why can't more days be just like this? she wondered.
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« Reply #33 on: February 21, 2003, 07:04:15 PM »
Talon savored the silence and allowed LiAra her own silence and privacy as she ate.

When he saw that she had ate her fill and was relaxing, Talon repacked his pipe. "I enjoy mornings like this. We can leave whenever you are ready. I didn't get the impression you were on a timetable, and I am in no hurry myself. I got some directions from Tile to some local merchants that can get us the garbs we want."

Talon lit his pipe again from a small stick he put in the table's candle. "There are two or three places a few blocks over and others scattered about if we want can't find what we are looking for."


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« Reply #34 on: February 22, 2003, 12:25:16 PM »
They went shopping.  THe market wasn't that crowded, which LiAra took as a good sign.  They mostly didn't have any trouble.  LiAra had to admit that she really liked the blue dress she'd ended up getting.  That was saying something, seeing as how she normally didn't like to wear them.  Talon also got a suit, and possibly more that LiAra didn't know about.  The clothes did make all the difference.  Several people bowed courteously to them after they changed clothes.  LiAra also got a hooded cloak, which would be useful even after this.  She insisted on keeping her old clothes though.  "I can clean them up and mend them later."  
After they finished shopping, LiAra asked, "So where do we go now?"
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« Reply #35 on: June 21, 2003, 12:49:09 AM »
"Well, I gave that question a little bit of thought.. Let us go back to our lodgings, drop off our things, and take a lunch. From there I believe you can help me draft a letter requesting an engagement with Baron Zyll. It seems that Zyll is in a bad way with the wrong people and may not be as amiable as I initially thought to anybody simply dropping by. Since we have time we may as well use it."  

They walk for a bit and Talon is satisfied by what few looks they were recieiving, it seems that they both now blended in well to Fledding and Talon believed therir was little chance that whoever was chasing LiAra would be looking for her as she was. That made her almost invisible to those eyes, or so he hoped.

A couple of blocks away from the Swinging Parrot Talon excused himself so he could quickly run to the Siren's Call to see if any messages have been left for Lonat since the evening before. "Perhaps if you could think of some business we could attend to with Zyll it might make our entrance all the easier. I know he is in the trade business but as of yet I have no knowledge of what kind of business may buy us an appointment with him. I will meet you at the Swinging Parrot momentarily."

It was slightly busy at the Siren's Call with the early lunch crowd just coming in. From coversation he heard he found out that this place gave out free lunch with room. When he saw that it was stew, cheese, and a piece of bread he understood why. He could imagine the chef in the back cutting off all the mold from the bread and cheese.

Going to the front desk he retrieved a small folded note that was left for Lonat and put it in his pocket for his return to the Swinging Parrot. As he reached the door to leave something told him to turn around and rescan the occupants. He did so. He couldn't be sure but he thought that back table was occupied when he came in. Getting lax or getting paranoid? he asked himself and moved on.

Talon made his way back to have a nice quiet lunch with LiAra and make their plans. They would have to come up with some sort of cover story in case they had to play the charade longer then expected.

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« Reply #36 on: June 21, 2003, 06:10:25 PM »
((OOC: And there was much rejoicing!  Yay!))

LiAra tried, but she couldn't think of a way for the two of them to trick thier way into a meeting with Zyll.  She just didn't have much experience in that sort of thing.  As she walked back to the Swinging Parrot, she was so deep in thought that she almost missed the man.  She just passed him in the street, and only until after she had gone on a ways more did she realize who it had been.  Daskil.  Daskil worked for Jeryn, in fact was one of the man's most reliable henchmen.  Luckily, she didn't think he'd seen her because he hadn't come after her.  But it was an uncomfortable situation.  Apparently, they didn't have as much time as Talon thought they did.  When he returned, she told him about seeing Daskil.  "He can be a fool, but he's not stupid.  And I don't think he'll stop before he finishes what he was sent to do.  Jeryn has some sort of hold over the man."  Suddenly something occured to LiAra.  "This hasn't anything to do with that, but I thought of something that might get us in to see Zyll.  I seem to remember he was fond of horses.  Very fond.  Maybe posing as a horse dealer or breeder...?
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« Reply #37 on: June 29, 2003, 01:00:04 AM »
Talon got the note out of his pocket and read through it quickly.

"Seems Daskil is not only looking for you, but also looking for me...and he has found me."

Talon pauses to guage LiAra's reaction.

"Lucky for us he is not searching for us for the reason we are worried about. Seems he has a job offer for the man I work for."

If LiAra asks he will tell her that he works for Kyler the assassin.

"It harms nothing for me to go visit him and see what he is doing here. Knowing his motivations could help our case. But I fear that the reason he is visiting me is because of you, don't you think? I hope not, because if that is true then you are much more important to him then maybe I realized. Kyler is not cheap and is hard to find. If it is about you, then that is a great deal of trouble to go through for a runaway witch. I can imagine that there is another reason for requiring Kyler's assisstance, and he knows he did us a wrong turn not too long ago so it must be important to him. An interesting web is being created and we seem to be in the middle of it."

Talon loses himself in thought for a few moments.

"I suppose I should go see this Daskil and follow that thread for as far as I can."

With LiAra's consent, Talon makes his way to the Swinging Parrot. He enters the main room and takes a seat at an available side table that gives him a view of the room. LiAra was able to give him a good description of Daskil and so he will be able to pick him out. After waiting for a bit Talon asks a barmaid if she would give a message to Daskil that he was here to see him.

(OCC: you playing Daskil Ria?)

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« Reply #38 on: June 29, 2003, 02:04:35 PM »
OOC:  Yeah, I guess I am.  

Daskil had reconciled himself to being in this pathetic town.  He had even begun to enjoy himself a little.  He hadn't heard back from anyone, but he hadn't seen anyone else that worked for Jeryn either, so at least the impatient bastard was letting him do his job in peace.  Then the little barmaid brought him a message.  It seemed that Talon had, after all, decided to see him.  Well, it probably wouldn't be pleasant, but at least it meant that he could get out of here and go home.  The barmaid led him over to Talon's table.
"Ah, greetings.  My name is Daskil, and I am representing my employer.  He wishes to contract the services of Kyler, and we understand that he's a friend of yours."
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« Reply #39 on: June 29, 2003, 06:11:28 PM »
A sharp dagger silently finds it way under the table and pressure applied to Daskil's inner thigh.

"You must have been told the danger of visiting me. We did not get along too well last time we had dealings with your 'employer'" Talon allowed the word to flow through a calm exterior while his penetrating eyes pried at Daskil, "Time has not rid us of the bitter taste. My single guess is that your employer did not tell you all that came between us during our last arrangement and such is the reason you still live. I only visit now in pure curiosity and have a hard time imagining something important enough to actually ask to see me." The dagger moved imperceptibly forward, but the sharp blade had to have broken skin Talon believed.

"Did you, before this, ever think your employer thought you were disposable?" Talon tilts his head slightly, "Interesting. Regardless, he thinks so now by putting you before me."

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« Reply #40 on: June 30, 2003, 05:25:29 PM »
Daskil swallowed.  If I live through this, I will kill Jeryn for this.  "I was aware that there was some... unpleasantness between you and my employer.  But it seems that you are not in possession of all the facts.  Several years ago, his Lordship adopted an orphan.  At the time, we believed it was out of the goodness of his heart.  But that was not the reason.  The orphan, a girl, is a witch.  I'm sure you've heard tell of her.  She enscorcled his Lordship and began making him do things that he normally wouldn't.  She has been orchestrating several things for years.  The job you did was only one of them.  And another of her plots was the reason that the job went wrong."  He became aware that he was sweating.  "Four nights ago, some friends of his Lordship's managed to break the spell she had on him.  She fled.  And now, his Lordship, having realized what a viper this girl is, would like to hire Kyler in order that she be stopped.  Because she doesn't look like she presents a threat, and his Lordship would like to prevent her from doing the same thing she did to him to any others."
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