D2: Lost Manor (nimisgod judging)


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Ridik, upon opening the door, finds corporal from the City Watch waiting with a disciplined patience. He is alone.

"Morning, sir" he says in a neutral tone that expected attention of people listening. "How was everyone's evening?"
 

"The evening was fine and we got to bed early after the events of yesterday, except ao'Thuir, who decide to go to sleep a bit later. But what bring you here today?" asks Ridik. "You might want something to drink, I was thinking to make some tea... well, if Ignatious is willing to give us some. After all, it is his home."
 

Velmont said:
"The evening was fine and we got to bed early after the events of yesterday, except ao'Thuir, who decide to go to sleep a bit later. But what bring you here today?" asks Ridik. "You might want something to drink, I was thinking to make some tea... well, if Ignatious is willing to give us some. After all, it is his home."

At these words Richard visibly relaxes, easing the few inches of steel he had loosened back into it's scabbard and walking over towards the fire.
He listened to what was said, but his waning adrenaline rush caused him to feel more acutely the effects of staying up all night. The young fighter warmed his hands by the fireplace, waiting for something, Anything, to take the edge off his frustration.
 


The Corporal raises an eyebrow at Ridik's words, as if he caught some cue to what lay beneath them. But he doesn't press the issue.

"I'll pass on the tea. I was just on my way to work, just thought I'd leave a word of warning to you, goode folk. One of my Men was in the tavern last night when he heard someone asking questions about this household. From what was told to me, he matched the description of a certain unsavory individual"
 
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