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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 808810" data-attributes="member: 113">The pouch had a nice heft to it. Silas could feel the coins slide around inside, but he took care not to make any noise with it. Only novices announced when they had just been paid.“So, no word on the Satrap’s assassin as of yet?”Lorehn picked up a brass bauble, examining it closely. “No, nothing yet. You shouldn’t concern yourself with it.”Silas stopped and narrowed his eyes at Lorehn. “If there’s one thing I do concern myself with, it's assassins. I’m sorely tempted to abandon this Gerad fellow, as I have a feeling more will happen here should I leave.” Lorehn chuckled.“Don’t flatter yourself, Mer’encir,” Lorehn said, using Silas’ surname. “Whoever did the Satrap in could care less whether or not you leave town.”“I’ve taken down…”“…seven cultists. Yes, I know that. Silas, they killed the Satrap, the highest-ranking politico in Quelsk. The only ones above that would have to be visiting high priests or King Virduk himself. The killers will scatter like water bugs now that this deed is done.”Lorehn paused, setting the bauble down as another patron walked close by. Once he was out of earshot, Lorehn continued. “So are you going to take this job for us?” Silas grudgingly nodded his head in agreement. “Good. Well since you’re traveling north, I’ve got something you might be interested in: our friend Nedrick Four-Fingers was seen leaving the North gate this afternoon. If your group moves at a hurried pace, you may overtake him on the road.”Silas smirked at the man, wondering if he would have relayed this information had he refused the new job.***Silas returned to the Sleepy Leaf after his meeting with Lorehn. He could still manage a few hours of rest before they left at first light. He glanced in the common room and noted the two rogues that had been seated there earlier. One met his glance and nodded, rubbing his eyebrow with a forefinger. Clear sailing - no one had come looking for him or his friends.He moved past the front desk and up the stairs to where the rooms were kept. He fished a key out of his pocket, and opened the door. The hallway light filtered into the room, illuminating beds that remained untouched. Gerad’s pack and weapons were gone. Silas’ insides began to churn.Across the hall, he received no response from within the women’s room. Checking closer, there was not a sound from inside, nor was there lamplight from underneath the door. His shared room bore no signs of a struggle, and soon he noted the small pouch of coins partially stuffed underneath his pillow.He said not a word as he locked the door and returned downstairs. He shot a fiery glance at the men at the table before turning to the innkeep. His demeanor instantly calmed as he spoke to one of the few elves he knew in Quelsk.“My friends that I sat with earlier – they have left. Did they by chance say where they were going?”  As he spoke, he slid a pair of golden coins to the innkeep.“Ah, they were deliberate as they left, Silas. They looked dressed to leave town, if I had to guess.”He nodded his thanks to the innkeeper. After throwing a subtly rude gesture to the watching rogues, he walked out into the nighttime streets.</blockquote>

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