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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 797226" data-attributes="member: 113">1st of Chardot, ‘Divinities Day’ yr. 150 A.V., continuedA quick series of questions were launched at the messenger regarding the Satrap’s assassination, but he provided few details. The Satrap was killed before his address to the Quelsk market, and the assailant was unknown. More questions lingered in the group’s mind, but the youth was more interested in spreading the news to other audiences. Silas stopped the boy outside of the tavern, and palmed him a gold piece for a new task. He gave him instructions to find Lorehn and direct him to the Sunken Vessel. Perhaps the Scaled would know more of the dire events of the day.The four looked at each other with grave uncertainty. What they had encountered was unpleasant, but the murder of the provincial governor of Zathiske was a good deal worse. And each had that sinking feeling that the two events were connected.Silas, for better or worse, was now involved in their plight. Blake, the guard lieutenant, had identified him, and guard patrols could be searching for all four of them at that very moment. He told them of an inn where they would be safe for the night – the Sleepy Leaf. He did not tell them that it was a safe house frequently used by the Scaled, because they didn’t need to know.A quick plan was discussed. Silas would speak to some of his contacts within the city to get more information regarding the death of the Satrap and any word on the streets regarding the four of them. He would also grab a few supplies should they decide to leave town. Gerad would accompany Surielle and Tréan to the Sleepy Leaf to obtain lodgings, but first Tréan wanted to go by the market to speak with her mentor, Helena. Silas knew it was a dangerous gambit, but she needed to send word of her plight.Silas watched the group leave, and pondered the situation. His instincts cried out to leave them to their fate. Whatever Gerad was involved in may be worthwhile to the Scaled, but Silas realized it could be more than he could handle. If he didn’t distance himself now, he could quickly end up with a bounty on his head much like those he pursued. Yet, he respected the three who had just left. They all had integrity, something Silas found little of these days in his dealings with bounties and the Scaled. Lorehn arrived within the hour and casually sat at the table where Silas rested. He waited for Silas to speak.“I’ve found your man, Gerad.”  Lorehn’s demeanor darkened, no doubt angry that Silas had gone against his advice.“Don’t worry,” Silas continued, “I didn’t inform anyone but you. But I didn’t need to. I followed him out of the marketplace. He jumped right into a fight with the Dragons, killed a few.”Silas watched, trying to read the emotions on Lorehn’s face.“So where is he now?” Lorehn asked, glancing around the room.“Not here. I’ve sent him to a safe location with a few of his companions. The information is yours, but I want to get deeper involved.”“Are you so sure about that, Silas? You’ve taken great pains to stay out of our business before. Why now?”“This plot intrigues me, that’s all. And I bet that you’ll pay well for my assistance.”That and his cold smile was enough to convince Lorehn. Their whispered conversation continued for upwards of a half-hour. Lorehn revealed pertinent details about Gerad’s history and why certain parties were interested in him. In exchange, Silas told Lorehn of the Sleepy Leaf and the two females that accompanied Gerad. Lorehn offered Silas a fee to follow and insinuate himself within their group, reporting their progress when time allowed.As Lorehn stood to leave, Silas asked a calculated question:“The Satrap’s death. Was it the Cult of the Ancients?”Lorehn looked at him with heavy eyes.“It’s too early to know. Rest assured, several of our agents will be looking into this. Satrap Olem was a friend of ours.”Silas nodded, and the two parted ways.</blockquote>

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