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Her face face would give Mythas no reason to believe she shared any of his enthusiasm.


He'd made been talking a lot but he wasn't saying very much. So far, Leto understood that he needed a woman and he wanted some sort of useless relic at the bottom of the bay.
Her mouth twisted a grimace. There were details missing here and she could not tell if this fool looking fellow was being purposefully vague with her or if he was just stupid.

"Not later." She swept past the part about the artifact. "You'll have coin by tonight eh? Then you'll have enough to make me some kinda offer."
She straightened, arms akimbo.

"There's a guesthouse down by the water. Cheap beer, barely and oats mostly, But the beds don't have fleas. It's called Seven Ducks House, old place from before the the water came up. After you get whatever coin, I'll come'n give you back that pin and you can pay me for that food in your hand and make a proper offer for that job you want me for and tell me exactly what sort of a thing I'll be doin'."

The Seven Ducks was also full of people on any given night, not the least of which were guards ducking out of their night patrols to drink that sweet, cheap oat ale. It would be safer, she thought, to meet this stranger somewhere of her choosing.

"What'd you say you're name was?"
 
Mythas:

"Mythas."
The corners of his mouth tightened. It was clear money was going to be the sticking point in this agreement, but how desperate was the girl for it? His eyes darted over her table and he tried to calculate the worth of it. He was more of a wordsmith than anything but sums he was still able to figure well enough. Nothing too complicated anyhow.
For a moment he contemplated whether Leto was going to be worth the cost, even if he could figure a fair wage that was sustainable. The artifact however would be worth many times more what she would ever cost him. And with that thought he nodded at the girl.


"Okay, lass. We will meet at this Seven Ducks if you prefer. After sundown?"
 
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((Here we are again~))

She gave him a terse nod. Merely a sharp dip of her chin with her blue eyes locked on his green ones. "Yes."

With that, she stuck her hand out toward him as if to shake.
Which was exactly what she was looking for. It seemed a proper sort of formality in this circumstance. Even if she hardly believed any of it. She was already assuming he would never show or try to swindle her. Something. Something to make this a waste of her time. Perhaps he would only try to rob her of that hat pin. A shame his purse had been cut but that gold belonged to her as far as she was concerned.
 
Mythas:

The bard had stuck his skewer of remaining fish between his teeth. He then took Leto's hand in a solid shake. Afterwards he didn't release her, but turned her grip sideways with both hands and swiftly opened her palm. His vision darted quickly over it before his face split into a more sincere grin. He had the feeling she would be right for the job and his instincts had not steered him wrong yet.

The girls hands bore the history of her hard work. The palm he grasped was calloused and marked from hauling netting full of fish, time and time again. Mythas' own hands spoke worlds about his own profession, fingertips toughened against the bite of the strings of his most favored instrument.

He loosened his hold to take the skewer from his teeth, "Yes. I look forward to our meeting, Leto. Neither of us will regret it."

Rymiden:

The thief spent longer than he normally would have bothered arguing with the young cut purse. Though the runt did go out of his way to hear Rymiden's plan they were not keen to trust him, and with good reason. Neither of them were the sort you wanted to turn your back on, hardened criminals bred to survive the pitiless streets of Portsmouth. It wasn't in their nature to work with others.

When it was clear that Sora was not going to be cooperative Rymiden lost his temper. He lunged to grab the kid by the neck, but like water the young criminal evaded his splayed fingers and ducked under the older criminals arm, scampering toward one of the ocean side windows. In his haste the purse Sora had lifted dropped. Several dozen coins scattered across the dusty floors. At first the boy bent to quickly gather some, but seeing Rymiden stride forward in aggression he seemed to change his mind and fled out the side of the building, swiftly scaling down the walls quicker than Rymiden could hope to follow.

Rymiden leaned out the window and snorted in irritation as he watched the figure of the boy slip away into the crowds of the city and eventually out of sight. He was now out a possible lookout if he dared steal from his target alone. Looking down he eyed the abandoned bag of coins. Kneeling Rymiden began to gather them. Looked like the trouble hadn't been for nothing.
 
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"I'm sure..." She replied in a voice that seemed both unsure and disdainful.
Leto pulled her hand away rather quickly after he had thoroughly inspected it and pulled another writhing lamprey from her basket and began to clean it. She hoped that her lack of attention and the blood and mucus would send this Mythas fellow scurrying off so she could get back to work and hopefully earn more coin while the streets still bustled with shoppers. She didn't want this brightly colored peacock scaring anyone off with his oddness. but she did hope anyone looking only saw a finely dressed man buying from her stall.

And tonight?
Well tonight she would find out if this would turn out to be a lot more than just a strange customer. She half hoped it would. Work with real pay could mean leaving Portsmouth and there was no doubt in her mind that if she ever had the means to leave, that was thing she ought to do.
 
Mythas:

Mythas averted his gaze quickly, his stomach feeling as though it were full of living lamprey's. He considered throwing the free bit Galen had left away. He did his best to keep the fresh visual out of his mind.
"Uh-hem, yes. You can keep the cooked lamprey for yourself or another deserving customer. If not, apologies for the waste."
With that the bard gave a tip of his hat and a sweep of his cloak, moving away from the stall. Then turning on his heel Mythas started down the busy streets.


A vague echoing sound blasted from the ocean side of the city. This caused him to stop a moment in wonder. A few of the market people had also paused in their daily activities, but when nothing else sounded they moved on. Most of the street hadn't even stopped at the noise and looked not at all bothered. Mythas, though interested, knew he was pressed for time and decided against satisfying that curiosity. So he continued on. There was coin to be made before sundown and now what he really needed were a group willing ears that were also generous.

Unbeknownst to him and many of the Portsmouth residents, a gnome had set off a small bomb. The water of the bay fell harmlessly over some of the docks in a brief shower, but the pressure and noise beneath the surface would have been less pleasant. It also managed to sway a few smaller boats close by.
The blast most of all disturbed the sandy bottom and unearthed a stack of rotting crates that had been nestled in the side of a collapsed building. Something that had been forgotten now glinted freely once more in the dim diffusion of light.


Some hours later Mythas found himself counting out various coins in his hat just outside the Seven Ducks House. The coif however remained on his head and he twiddled one of the brightly beaded strings while thinking. The lamps of the ally were being lit while the sun sparkled rather beautifully across the waters edge, slowly dotting the sapphire surface with more the color of ruby. It was almost enough to help one forget it was a slum of a city.
Finding paying customers had been more difficult than he bargained for. Even when Mythas found those who would appreciate his songs they didn't have much to offer. Eventually he did find a few drunks who were more than happy to empty their pockets.
It hadn't been a whole lot, but it was a start. This was going to be difficult now that he was back to nothing...

With a heavy sigh he slipped the earnings away and returned his hat to the top of his head. Now there was Leto to bargain with. This would be difficult with so little, but if he could convince her with a cheaper salary it may still work. She came off shrewd but she was still young... not that he meant to take advantage of her.


Mythas climbed the steps into the Seven Ducks.
 
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Smack. With the force of several men focused in one strike, the poor fish didn't stand a chance against the brute force of an ogre. It slammed against the side of a building with a last twitch before sinking lifelessly to the seaweed-covered pavement underneath. Ker'Goul chuckled and went to pick up his catch, but as he bent over to pick up the fish, he felt a sting in his left elbow. He quickly turned around with a big swing of his club, only to find two more fishes with teeth behind him, as well as some red liquid clouding his vision. They had both backed up to avoid his attack. One slowly advanced forward while the other swam around a building to flank the ogre. They were smart, but hopelessly outnumbered to take on a monster like Ker'Goul. The supply of fish must be very low for them to be so desperate. More food for this ogre.

As he finished his third shark, Ker'Goul watched as the sun began to vanish over the horizon, back into the underground to give the ground people the light of day. The red in the sky came from the blood of the earth brought about by the sun ripping through the ground. Or so the story goes within his tribe. Regardless of origin, it was a beautiful sight. He sat there a while longer. Perhaps later he'd go into town and see what could be seen. For the time being, he picked up a large rock and slammed it on another.
 
The Seven Ducks was about as respectable a place you could get in this city.

The downstairs consisted of one big room that had once been two. There was a long bar in one corner and all around it were tables and chairs and benches, packed rather tightly together though they were not often full. On the other side was a massive fireplace, a leftover of a once proud resthouse it was decadently carved stone. A hunting scene playing out with men and hounds pursuing an elk across it's surface. Where it came down, the likenesses of two hounds acted as pillars. Around this were more benches, but these had cushions tied to them.
There was no fire in the hearth this evening. It was warm enough with the cooking going on behind the bar in a small kitchen beneath the stairs.
Upstairs there were rooms to rent by the day or the week. And The Seven Ducks even offered baths. And you could choose to have freshwater instead of seawater for a few coins more. The floor was stone and the walls aged wood, though the owner, who was a portly bearded fellow called Gerey Baldo, regularly cleaned and oiled the wood to shining gold. There wasn't a lot to take pride in in Portsmouth, but at least he could find a little in running the last respectable tavern.

Tonight it was not especially boisterous. Maybe because it had been hot that day, and even with the sun dipping red below the horizon it's heat still clung fast to the ground and air. A humid, sticky warmth that stuck to exposed flesh. Too much stuffy heat to smoke and drink for some people.
Though there were still plenty here.
Smoke wafted up from many long pipes. Tobacco and some other sweeter weed mingling with the smell of cold stew, oat ale, and bodies.
Guards, off duty, sat idly on long benches while sailors sat at closer round tables sucking down food and drink while dicing with meager coin. Unusually quiet for a bunch of gambling men. Lulled into languid rest by the summer heat and the red glow of the lamps. Traverlers too poor or cheap to pay for a room dozed before the empty hearth, leaning on their bags for pillows.
Leto watched them and wondered what could have taken them here of all places and where they would leave to.
And most of all, if she could be one of them within the evening. Just a traveler.

She looked out of a window within her eye line, the shutters open just enough that she could see the red-pink sky. When had she said she would meet that Mythas fellow? Had she given him a particular time? Her mouth twitched and she bowed her head to peer at her dim reflection in her mug.
The girl looking back at her look both fat and reproachful. She frowned at her and rested her cheek on her fist.
Leto had found a quiet place in the corner away from most of the other patrons. She didn't want trouble, nor did she want to get herself in trouble since there was more than one sailor who struck her fancy...
But if there's one thing she knew, it was that she didn't want to make a life here if she could help it. This was an opportunity or a farce on her way to finding a real opportunity. She felt the weight of the hatpin in her pocket. She should have left it at home. If it turned out this over dressed fellow was false, she could at least be assured he couldn't take it from her.
She'd been a bit foolish, she supposed. But not foolish enough to come unarmed. The sharp knife she used to gut the fish. It's weight was only comfort.
 
Mythas:

This was better than what had been expected. Though rumor was that Portsmouth had hidden jems between the refuse. Leto, being a resident, knew her city well. The Seven Ducks establishment had a homey vibe, and Mythas felt relatively at ease compared to the other dens and alehouses he already happened by. These places were discovered while poking around for crowds to entertain such as The Salty Shallows. A more dingy haunt he didn't stay incredibly long at.

The last warm hues of daylight flooded the tavern's entryway as he strolled into the room. There was an immediate difference in smell. The aroma from the smoke left a taste of spice in his mouth. Mythas took in a breath. He would need to buy tobacco at some point but now it would just be frivolous, especially when he had to convince a girl to follow him on what could be a goose chase. He untied and shrugged out of his cloak, throwing it over an arm as his eyes swept through the room in search. His vision paused for a moment on the fireplace and art, his imagination running wild on the story that could have inspired it before moving on and spotting the girl looking particularly sulky.

Perhaps Leto's spirit could be raised. Whatever she was drinking was not doing the job. The bard cocked his head as he stepped around to the other side of her table, "You look in need of good news, my friend. Lets start with what you are owed." He placed three silvers on the table before leaning against it looking rather proud of himself.
 
Another smack and his rock broke, but not quite how the ogre had hoped it would. Ker'Goul had tried to make some modifications to his club, as he's seen others do, but it proved to be harder than he had anticipated. He tossed both rocks away and licked his lips. His face turned sour from the taste of salt lingering in his mouth. The humans must have a place to wash that down. What did they call it? A tafern? Ker'Goul got up, grabbed his club and headed back into town.
The streets were considerably more empty at this hour, but what really struck the ogre as curious were the little fires lighting up the town, even at night. He knew big cities used these things so that even at the darkest of night the city could resume its business, but he didn't think every human settlement would have those. To him, it was an incredibly intelligent idea, but the humans didn't seem to think twice about their ingenuity. He caught himself staring a little too often directly at the little flames, leaving a colourful spot in his sights.

He looked around for a while, but to him all the human buildings looked the same. It didn't help that he had no idea what a tavern was supposed to look like, either. Eventually he got fed up with it. "You." He shouted at some unfortunate passerby. "Where can Ker'Goul buy drink?" He tightened the grip around his club and pointed it at him. The man simply pointed at the building next to them, then ran off as soon as the ogre looked away. The Seven Ducks? Ker'Goul didn't understand human naming rituals.
Once he stepped inside, he was certain this was a 'tavern'. It smelled of drinks, food and smoke, and some folks were sitting around tables playing games. It fit the description he'd been given, but he wasn't sure how to behave inside of here, nor did he want to cause trouble. He stood there in the center of the room, looking at the other folks inside. "Ker'Goul want drink. Me pay." He said and waited for a response. He felt very exposed just standing there. If everyone suddenly decided to attack him, he wasn't sure he would make it out alive. His club was his only comfort at this moment, but he kept it low to show he didn't want trouble.
 
Leto looked at the silvers as the hit the table. Gleaming ruddy in the lamplight.
She was almost bitter at them. A strange dissonance in her emotions. Surprised and a little happy this man had actually showed up, and less than thrilled that she'd have to give back the thick golden pin for lesser payment.
But still...

Blue eyes flickered up from the coins to the man, still a stranger, she knew as Mythas.
"Thanks," She managed more meekly than she had intended. And then went into her pocket and produced the hatpin. She hoped he wouldn't notice that the back had a small indent... She had wanted to be sure it had been real. As it turned out, it was.

As she put it on the table and scooped up the silver a silence fell over the already quiet tavern. But this was different than the lazy quiet moments before.
The sounds of idle talk, dice, and the occasional watery sound of ale filling a flagon had all gone leaving only a tension that caused the girl to pull her gaze off the coinage.
She almost dropped them again catching on her breath and forgetting how to keep her mouth from hitting the table.

An Ogre. Standing there like a bear, clear as day. And with a massive club in it's meaty hands.
One swing could probably take the head off a man by the look of it.
It seemed the rest of the room felt the same.
The guards off duty, looked over their flagons with bulging eyes and certainly unwilling to do anything even if the creature had come in looking for blood. As it happened... He was looking for a drink?
Leto found this remarkable. She had never seen an ogre really and didn't think they came into any kind of civilized place, though she supposed in the same moment that Portsmouth was hardly civilized. And here was a great big one, looking for ale at The Seven Ducks. Blazes.

A porky man with red face and a much redder beard approached the Ogre nervously, mopping his bald head with a handkerchief.
"Mm, Hello there, uh, sir. He finished mopping the sweat off his brow and stuffed the handkerchief in his apron. It was unclear to anyone watching if he was perspiring from the heat or the ogre. "Ey, erm. What'll you have, ...my good fellow?"
 
The silence was almost painful. Everyone had dropped what they were doing to stare at him. Ker'Goul began to sweat. Silence like this was a certain harbinger of death where he came from, but he stayed still. They hadn't the same habits, but any wrong move could mean a fight nonetheless. The ogre began to sweat, too, as he stared back at all the smaller beings, most of which did not dare look directly in his eyes.
A man approached him. He was wiping his head with a small piece of cloth, what a strange gesture. If the ogre hadn't been so nervous, Ker'Goul would chuckle at human sizes, he'd never really taken in just how small they were. The man before him was a little more than half as tall as him, but proportionally far less wide than the ogre, and he seemed to be one of the larger humans there were. Maybe that's why they're so weak. The ogre was wearing only pants. A quality pair of pants, too, made by dwarven hands, although quite stained by now.

It was a gift from heaven when the man finally broke the silence. However, his question confused Ker'Goul. The ogre wasn't aware there was a choice in what to drink, so he assumed the man simply didn't understand him before. "Drink." He repeated, then reached into a pocket. "Here. Dwarf friend tell me this buy lots of drink." He said, then shoved a fist-sized lump of gold into the man's hands. Ker'Goul didn't understand the other races' obession with this metal. It was shiny, yes, but weak and useless just like them. However since he learned it could be traded for goods, he held on to any he could find, even if he had to rip it out of cave walls.

After his order, he walked over to the fireplace and sat down in front of it, to marvel at its beauty. It was an incredible piece of work, and the ogre chuckled at the scene it displayed. Humans used animals to help them hunt. How pathetic.
 
Mythas:

The change in atmosphere went unnoticed by Mythas at first. He was preoccupied, placing the pin rightfully back into the side of his hat and then buffing out all the fingerprints with a sleeve till it shone. He admired how it looked in the light before the unnatural silence dawned on him. That was when he heard the deep rumbling of the large ogre now occupying a good portion of the common room. He turned his head slowly, first catching Leto's slack jawed expression, then moved on to see the giant creature himself.
His mouth also dropped open.


The ruddy faced fellow, Gerey as it were, blinked dumbly for a moment at his hands. There was the distinct sound of someone knocking over a flagon at one of the tables, it's contents spilling across the floor. There was then the sound of someone else scooting back a chair in a scramble to clean it. Everyone else was focused on the ogre and the lump of gold. Gerey Baldo was left at a loss of words, but when he found them they came out in a croak.
"Let's stop staring and get the good customer our best mead!" He called to the barmaid hoarsely. The ogre had moved near the fireplace but many eyes still followed him, even as a gentle murmur began to fill the building once more. The man had hurried off to help fill a large bucket rather than a cup with drink.


Mythas slipped into a chair and leaned toward Leto with his voice lowered. "I don't believe I have ever seen an Ogre in the middle of a city before. Is this typical for Portsmouth?" His eyes still followed the giant occupant.
 
Leto mouthed breathless like a fish for a moment before she remembered to breathe as the great mass of ogre passed by to sit in front of the great hearth.

"Not at all," She said. "I've never even seen an ogre, let alone here. I'm surprised he fit through the door."

She had eyed the huge lump of gold when he plopped into Gerey's pudgy hands. Even across the room it was impressive. A great big nugget like it'd been plucked right out of the ground.
She watched a barmaid struggle with a heavy bucket of mead, filled straight from the barrel, toward the giant. She'd certainly never seen service so fast...


Service.

She looked back at Mythas and cleared her throat quietly. She felt almost like she should still whisper, like the ogre might here and be displeased with it somehow. It made no sense, but she couldn't help the anxiety.

"...You had a business proposition."
 
The ogre accepted the bucket without a word and immediately took a large swig. Finally, something tasty to wash down the salt from earlier. With his head tilted back, the ogre let out a satisfied sigh as he placed the bucket on the floor in front of him. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Thank you." He said, though had no idea who brought him that bucket anymore, so he just called it out in the direction of where the most servers were. Courtesy. Another strange behaviour the little races had. But, he would do anything that helped him get on good terms with the little races, no matter how stupid it seemed.

His kind had a lot to learn. Like how to make such tasty drinks. It was far better than salted and unsalted water or blood, pretty much the only types of refreshment one could get inside his village. But if you weren't an ogre, you'd be the one supplying the blood and unfortunately for everyone, blood is heavily preferred over water, so victims never last long.
Ker'Goul took another swig. The bucket was a bit comical to hold. A bit too large for one hand, but too small for both, so he awkwardly switched between both methods of holding his 'cup'. Finally, the ogre among men began to relax a little. The comforting warmth, the return of idle noises, but also the first time his bloodstream has seen alcohol. It was a strange, new sensation, but not unpleasant at all. The ogre leaned back a little and enjoyed the experience.
 
The barmaid that had helped drag the drink to the ogre gave a fluttery laugh at the thanks. She showed relief that the large stranger was pleased and gave an awkward bow with a smile, then quickly backed away. The room eased some and soft chatter slowly filled the space once more. Though some men who had been dicing kept eyeing the ogre, one in particular clutching something unseen at his side. This was a short dark and thickly built fellow that looked roughened up by living many hard years in Portsmouth. He nursed his drink and spoke quietly to his table mates.

Mythas:

Mythas had only just tore his vision away from the ogre. Green eyes snapped back to Leto who looked just as shocked as he was to have seen the creature. "What? Oh! Yes, business, right."
His voice rose back to normal as he focused on the task at hand. He was here for a reason after all. He could satisfy his curiosity about the large fellow afterward.
The bard cleared his throat. "I can't promise how long I'll be employing you. Ideally, if all goes as planned, I can guarantee at least a months work. However, lets just say I'm employing you for three days," he waved three fingers. "To see how we get along and if I am right in choosing you. I consider myself a fair judge of character, but I have been wrong before. I also like to know what i'm paying for."
He began drawing out pieces of silver in example. "I can offer 15 silvers daily for that time. We can negotiate what is a fair wage from there."
That would give him enough time to earn more coin. Otherwise he'd never be able to afford her aid in a lengthy journey. Now he had to see if she'd bite, or if more persuasion was necessary.
 
She folded her arms over her chest and settled deeper into her seat.
It was fair she supposed... But she wasn't about to let him off easy. Especially since he was still so vague...

"That's robbery for three days away from my stall." She said, scoffing. "But, for a month's steady work."

She pursed her lips, hoping it would look very much like she was having a hard time deciding if this was worth her time. Looking hard at the wood grain on the table before she met his gaze again.

"Just three days to see..." She unfolded her arms and put her elbows on the table.

"I'm not some lazy street urchin. I do my days work as well as any of 'em. But before I agree to this, you have to tell me what it is I'll be doing. I can do my bit of labor, but for anything more than hauling one basket of fish up a hill," She stuck a thumb out in the ogre's direction. "You'd be better hiring him than me."

But he has already said he needed a women's touch...
She expected he'd have to tell her more now. She hoped he'd have to anyway.
Though, if he was trying to trick her into something she couldn't guess what it would be. He was both trying too hard and also not enough to be looking for a girl to turn to work on her back. She could almost fully believe he was being entirely genuine.
 
Alas, the ogre's relaxing moment was very short-lived. Someone made a gesture that made Ker'Goul tense up, until he noticed he was just retrieving some coin from a pocket, but there, no, simply a die, but.. Every small gesture that he wasn't sure of, he interpreted as someone pulling some sort of weapon to attack him. The ogre couldn't be certain around men, because they couldn't be certain around him. He tried to look as though he was still relaxed, but he kept a close eye on everyone. A woman pointed at him. What could she be saying to the man sitting with her?


He finished his drink, but didn't know what to do with the bucket, so he just held it out towards the servers. "More." He ordered, though he wasn't sure if he'd have to pay more for another drink. He'd seen others pay with tiny bits of other material, but he didn't know the worth of money.
 
The ogre would not have to pay. Unknown to him the lump of gold he had offered covered well more than the barrel of mead. So once again the barmaid and Gerey were quick to fill his makeshift cup, with smiles and a gracious manner. Though The rough looking fellow that had been eyeing the ogre with the dicing men continued to make less friendly glances in Ker'Goul's direction. He too was drinking and it seemed to loosen his tongue as he did. Where he had been careful to be quiet before, his voice was now becoming more audible. Though what he was going on about might not have been loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Allowing a sodding ogre in here... mixing beast with drink, dangerous I say..." His table mates were quick to hush him.



Mythas:

Mythas glanced back at the ogre again. Leto's suggestion wasn't all together a bad one. It at least planted an idea in the mans head and you could tell he was thinking hard on something as his eyes measured the ogre sitting at the hearth. It was amazing to see one so well behaved among regular men. As far as he knew ogres were supposed to be a crude and violent people. He smiled to himself before looking back to the girl. She was still wearing a look of skepticism and had all but agreed.

"He won't be able to do what I am going to ask, though it would be thrilling to be acquainted with an ogre, or better yet have one as a traveling companion. Wouldn't you say?"
His grin became dangerous with that thought as he reached for his instrument and pulled it from it's case to cradle in his lap. A small fine looking dulcimer. He played a short few notes thoughtfully. He didn't know how long he could avoid the details, though he would have rather kept this information secret. Even so he didn't know if there would be anyone in Portsmouth who would agree blindly to aid him without knowing what it was they were going to fetch. Now he had to hope he had picked the right person who wouldn't bolt with this information he was about to share so readily.
It felt like a stupid decision. One he was far from comfortable making, but perhaps this show of trust was what he needed. Maybe the promise of fortune or fame that came with this endeavor would win her over in a heartbeat. If she didn't think it was all swill.
He could only hope.


"Do not worry my young friend, what you will be carrying is lighter than a basket of fish I can promise you." He then retrieved something hidden from within the instrument. Through one of the carved heart shaped holes he pried out a thin roll of paper with gentle care. It looked old but mostly because of the wear and water damage. He passed the paper to Leto as he stood.
"I think I'm going to meet this unique fellow while you take a look at that."
 
The more he drank, the more funny thoughts entered his head. He began to feel a small desire to speak to someone after a while, but had no conversation partner to still this urge. Was this the small people's secret to working together as well as they did? They'd drink this drink and talk with everyone? It could work.
'Ogre' he heard. He wasn't paying attention from where it came, but he had a sneaking suspicion it was the man who was staring at him more and more as time went on. Where once he was wary of everyone, now he knew most didn't care about him except for one. His dissatisfaction with the ogre being there was notable enough that he realised the other humans didn't share this feeling, as they showed little signs of hostility towards Ker'Goul.

His gaze was pulled from the man when someone else stood up to approach him. The man in question looked ill-prepared for a fight, but the ogre looked him up and down regardless. Humans are a cunning bunch afterall.
 
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