New Orders (Mercs)

[Kender Bard]

Sashi set down her things and stretched, glad to be back in Ilyamen. She loved her desert home but it was still lovely to have the comforts of the city. Seeing nobody about at the moment, Sashi smiled and pulled Lukas close to her, leaning back as she kissed him. Her hips bumped the desk and knocked some mail to the floor.

Her eye caught one envelope, unopened. Blinking, she broke the kiss and picked it up, opening it.

Then she gasped and turned the envelope upside down. A gold coin and three silver fell out, as well as a letter.

[tuo]

Lukas was still grinning from Sashi's kiss when the gold and silver fell out, causing his eyes to widen. "Is...is that real gold..?"

[Kender Bard]

Sashi picked up the gold piece, rubbing it between her fingers. No gold flakes came off. She bit it lightly to test the metal and drew away to see a faint indent where her tooth was - it was soft, like real gold, as well. And heavy. "I-I think so..."

[tuo]

Lukas took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "But..who could have sent this..? Whats in that letter?" He reaches down to pick it up.

[Kender Bard]

The letter reads as follows:

Esteemed Mercenary Company, I have been wronged. I am a wealthy man - perhaps a merchant, perhaps a noble blood. I cannot say either way, for if word slipped of my problem, then I would be utterly ruined.

I had engaged with a few unsavory men in order to glean extra money for my coffers. Unfortunately, our dealings turned sour. They attacked my home in the dead of night, silent as shades, and stabbed my fair wife and daughter. My son is missing - I don't know if he is alive or dead.

They thought to terrorize me into doing whatever they want, and so I will continue to comply with them, but I beg you. Please, help me - help me gain revenge for my dead family and to free me from their chokehold. Below is the address where the band of murderers often meet. I have reason to believe that there may be reinforcements there with them. Go carefully. Sealed within this note is payment that I hope you find adequate.

[tuo]

Lukas' eyes narrow a little as he reads the letter before handing it to Sashi for her to read it. "..I think we might need to hire some extra mercs for this job..I'm not sure what we currently have here will be enough if all that is true.."

[Kender Bard]

"We have no idea how much backup he's talking about," Sashi pointed out. "The man could be saying that there's usually two individuals and now there'll be several, or that he's used to dealing with fifty and now there's a hundred. We need to send someone to investigate the area first. Someone good at snooping around."

[tuo]

Lukas paused and considered that. "...Any idea how good Nicodemus is at snooping?"

[Kender Bard]

Sashi shook her head at that. "Nicodemus is a bear, from what I've heard," she laughed quietly. "He's more likely to boot down the door and lay waste to all he saw. That's why they call him 'Demon'. Think we should send that kid, Timble, if he's back? That or I could go."

[tuo]

"Let's check to see if Timble would be up to it." Lukas responded and looked around to see if he is in the guild house or if there is anything that might indicate where he is.

[Kender Bard]

Timble was currently in his room, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. He was laying on his bed, one arm pillowing his head while the other drummed softly on the hilt of one of the knives he kept close. At Lukas's approach, his fingers reflexively curled around the weapon before relaxing and he cast the other man a somewhat bored look. "Hi."

[tuo]

Lukas smiles and knocks on Timble's door. "Hi. You aren't busy right now are you? We may have something of a scouting job."

[Kender Bard]

Timble sat up, grinning a bit now. "No, not busy at all," he comments. "Scouting, huh? Mind giving me a few more details?"

[tuo]

"Well, we got a mission that pays a lot, but the details are..vague and we were hoping you could learn some more about what's going on for us." Lukas explains the rest of the situation. "You up for it?"

[Kender Bard]

"Sure," Timble says, swinging his legs off his bed and standing. "I'm pretty good about slipping into places and whatnot. When should I go?"