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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 710771" data-attributes="member: 113">1st of Chardot, ‘Divinities Day’ yr. 150 A.V.The first day of summer in Ghelspad is celebrated in some cities as Divinities’ Day. Quelsk, the southmost harbor city of Zathiske, is renowned for this festival, attracting travelers from across the Calastian Hegemony and beyond. Primarily a festival commemorating the actions of the gods Chardun and Corean, the festival typically has representatives of all faiths present. The merchants of Quelsk thrive in the week surrounding Divinities’ Day, while most other residents take this time to relax from their normal duties.Silas had no intentions to relax on this holy day. The city’s gates would open to allow in all types of visitors, including thieves, cutthroats, and assassins – all suitable prey for Silas. The early morning found him and an associate named Lorehn inside the city magistrate’s office. Arrayed before them on a table were numerous papers detailing names, descriptions, and an occasional sketch of known criminals and miscreants.“Here’s the one I wanted to show you. Nedrick Fourfingers,” Lorehn said, pointing a finger at one piece of parchment. Silas scanned the paper. Fourfingers was wanted in the cities of Calas and Sussephra for thievery and suspected murder. There was no sketch, but it had a base description of the man. Most notable was that he had the small finger removed from each hand.“He’s one of the ones you like.” Lorehn leveled his gaze at Silas. It was unspoken, but Silas knew the meaning. Fourfingers was most likely a member of the Cult of the Ancients. Lorehn was Silas’ contact within the Scaled, and occasionally he would point out bounties that matched Silas’ criteria. Silas studied the information about Fourfingers before moving on to other papers. He passed a few that he had read before, until he came to one concerning treason. Lorehn, noting the bounty in Silas’ hands, leaned over to whisper near Silas’ ear.“Oh right. That one’s not for you. Consider him protected.”  Silas nodded, curious as to why this one was being watched by the Scaled. Soldiers didn’t usually fall in their ranks. He read the name again, committing it to memory. Gerad Caedmon.“Don’t you two every take a day off?” the Magistrate asked. “By Chardun’s chains, it’s Divinities Day.”  Silas looked at the aging human and grinned.“Today? It’s our busiest time of year, old man.”</blockquote>

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