Destiny's Tears: Zykovian's Sidetrack

[Keia]

He left Lyveria to continue to rest, he didn't want to watch out for her as well as himself. It would have been different had he managed to recover some gear for her, but he didn't, and it just didn't feel right having her go out with him without her gear. Zykovian strapped on his sword and gathered his potions and gear, reviewing his spell choices, then headed back out into the night, heading for the Labourer's Ward.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*With sword and gear in hand, Zykovian reaches the Labourer's Ward without incident. It is darker here than anywhere else in the city, except on the main thoroughfare which has lanterns kept by the city, the residents are unable or unwilling to pay to keep it well-lit. And denizens of the darkness lurk in the shadows. Zykovian can feel eyes upon him, though none makes a move against the obviously-well-armed man with the eyes of a hawk searching out his prey, or some scent of the trail.*

 

[Keia]

Zykovain scanned the streets, looking for other blood markings. He kept an eye out for Bajir or any other bounty hunter. Who knew, maybe there was someone out here he would be willing with work with, or had in the past - excepting Bajir, of course.

OOC: Spells memorized (Accuracy, Ray of Enfeeblement, Protection from Evil)

 

[Rystil Arden]

*As Zykovian walks the street looking for the blood markings, he eventually feels the hairs prick on the back of his neck more than usual here, as if he were being followed. As he turns, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness, wearing a dark cowl that covers its face. It speaks in a man's voice.*

"Well, Zykovian T'Erilan. Might as well give up on this bounty. I hear Bajir's got it in the bag. He'll have her dead by the end of the night, I think."

 

[Keia]

Zykovian looked to identify the speaker. If nothing came to him, Zykovian will offer, "That's me, and you would be . . . ?"

"More than likely, from what I hear as well," Zykovian replied, an easily smile on his face. "However, sometimes those rumors are simply rumors. Plus, Bajir never does care about the why . . . and I hear they're paying for the why? as well."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I'm someone who knows where the blood markings were located. All of them. For the right price of course. I don't know anything about your bounty. What concerns me is what happens on my turf that can turn a profit."

 

[Keia]

"Ahhh . . . I see more clearly now," Zykovian replied. "Well, then I'll be more direct. The hour is late and I expect that withint hte next hour or two it will all be over anyway. If you've got the blood marking locations, then I'm interested . . . my interest depends on your fee, however."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I see. Well I'm curious what you're willing to pay, then. I may not care for your bounty, but I know how much it is worth...And if Bajir is any indication, then finding all of them is somehow important to you."

 

[Keia]

Zykovian considered his odds of success, the money outlayed already, and the chance it would be resolved this evening against the amount of funds he would be looking for and the total possible earnings for the job. He almost laughed, thinking of Lyveria and her calculation of the odds.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Do you want me to help make up an estimate then? Let's use information theory! To start off, assume that the information was guaranteed to cause Zykovian to find the bounty head. How much of his end reward would you be willing to pay for it? Then we can factor in uncertainty to that to calculate a rough estimate)