With great trepidation I approve the tavern. It’s been a long couple of months trying to avoid my father and sister, and it’s been anything except quite. Even though the wedding has been delayed, it seems that there is more of a fuss than every surrounding the event, now that my father believes that the empire has a ‘special interest’ over the proceedings.
I fayed enthusiasm for my sister and this celebration, fully aware of her sins and Bak Nath’s threats. Most of my free time, which can be counted in minutes seems to be spent with my mother, and her library studying magic and preparing for my secret mission. I fear she may suspect something, however she is quite busy herself preparing for her daughter’s wedding.
I booked passage on a cargo ship, my father wanted to commishen a royal vessel, but with the wedding, and dowry to consider it was easy to convince him to save his money. I arrived at the harbor of Quoom with little fanfare.
A short stroll to the inner harbor, I spotted the tavern and quickly ordered a drink and a smoke. Slinks and patrons filled the busy tavern, creating a lively atmosphere. Belegeared over my situation, I was very will to delay my meeting with the emperors’ agent. I managed to talk to the local patrons and inquire about local events. Several customers confided in me concerns about a resent spree of strangulations. Apparently there have been more than a couple townspeople found dead, apparently strangled with no signs of trouble. Although truly interested in their plight, I realized that my interest was spurred by my apprehension toward my mission at hand.
As if inspired by the turmoil inside me, a Slink suddenly shouted out something about freedom, and ‘bitches’, tossing an expensive, and rather full looking coin purse at the bartender. He, and his fellow Slinks all squeaked and roared as they threw down their trays and left the tavern in what I can only describe as a ruckus commotion. Still thirsty, I continued my conversation with the patrons.
However, as the Slinks cleared I saw Bak Nath head upstairs with a serious looking young noble, a member of the Ribindree clan. My apprehension grew hopefully this dragon lover was not included in the special group that Bak Nath had been forming.
Things did not get any better as I saw a short, hooded figure; waddle while a dirty savage who I assume was a lady. almost dragging him up the steps. Putting down my drink, I decided it was time for me to quit procrastinating and get my mission underway.
I was already feeling guilty before reaching the door. My family prides itself with its tolerance, and I realize that my dour attitude is affecting my judgment. Knocking on the door I wonder what Bak Nath holds against these poor creatures that have made them travel so far from their homes.
As enter the room I see a confident Bak Nath sitting next to small humaniod who I could now identify as a Scree. The Scree gave me a quick look as I sat, but otherwise seemed very interested in Bak Nath’s coinpurse. The Savage, whom I’d still guessing is a woman sat at the right of the door, could probably make a goblin’s eye tear up with just her smell alone. But there was an obvious confidence in her, and beneath some furs I could make out a very ordenent set of breast plate crafted from what appeared to be green dragon scales. Origanally I pegged her as a barbarian of some sort, but the ruins on her weapon, and armor, and the purposefully way she carried herself makes me think she is a druid of some sort.
On the other side of the door Ribindrian sat. He was clearly maked as some sort of noble by his dragon crest, and eligent manner. His eyes were keen, and I had a feeling he already felt me up before I even entered the room. This was definetly a man who not only has seen battles, but has been bred to lead them as well.
Arowidth, the Ribindrian was the first to introduce himself. Although I knew he was a noble of some sort, I was a bit supprised that he was, like myself, the first son of his household. What sort of game is Bak Nath playing, two household hiers in one room, already.
Noc, the Scree introduced himself next. His introduction was short and simple, he said he was good at being unseen. While the savage, Taura introduced herself as a druid, doing her duty to protect the lands.
When it was my turn to introduce myself I was anything but curtious. These people seemed like fine folk, all be it a bit more uncivil than I’m used to seeing at court. I didn’t even try to hide my resentment towards Bak Nath as I stared at him and introduced myself as son of father, and her to do what Bak Nath asks. My father would be upset with me, as he would often preach that in court,“you keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer”.
Bak Nath told us of ruins discovered just a days travel to the north. These ruins have special magic that he doesn’t want the different families fighting over, so he wanted us to recover anything special, and return them to him. He said the ruins were full of aura aberrations, and gave us a bag of gold and gems to prepare for our mission. We all agreed to meet the next morning, equipt ourselves for the journey, and head out.
Traveling the next day was unevenful, until midday when we spoted a plum of smoke in the air. Noc fly out to investigate while I followed shortly behind.