"Pah," snorts the old man. "'E never was a man worth a damn. I'm supposin' I shouldn't be surprised 'e's the same now that 'e's not a man." He spits on the ground. "Well, ye best be goin' now." And with that, he turns away.
*****
Santoro, Thorkin, and Balavous return to Ianthe with the light of the dawn. They ride through the streets, past the early-morning merchants setting up shop in streetside markets and the folk going about their lives. They draw up to Tiberio's villa.
The Shemite servant-girl, Jamila, greets the adventurers as they return. She leads them through the halls to the chamber where Tiberio of Ronocco lounges, the exact same room and seat where he was last you met him. After speaking with the adventurers for a bit, he digs for his purse.
"As promised," he says, counting coins and tossing pouches to each adventurer. "450 silvers. Divided three ways, that's 150 silvers each. Try not to spend it all on ale and wenches," he says, a smirk on his face. He walks back over to his seat.
With the knowledge of a job completed, and the reassuring jangle of coins at their waist, the three adventurers walked out into the streets of Ianthe, blinking away the sun, off to spend their new-found gains.
And that's the formal end of the first, I'll try to get the second up ASAP.
