This is TRAINING?|Celentia, Firegem Isles

[Devon]

"I'd love to tell you, but here isn't a good spot," Larenzo told the mercenary. "I doubt it is a good idea to go back into that tavern, so we'll have to go and talk somewhere else. Meet me at the inn tomorrow morning and I'll tell you about the job there."

[Kender Bard]

Morai frowned, to make a show of it, but then gave a small nod. He was looking forward to spending his newly acquired shards on a good meal and a new scabbard anyway. "Tomorrow then," he told Larenzo.

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True to his word, the next day Morai strolled right up to the inn and looked around.

[Devon]

Larenzo was waiting outside for Morai to get there. "Mornin," he said with a small smile. Turning on his heels he went inside of the inn and took a seat at a table hidden away in the corner so that the two of them could talk in peace.

[Kender Bard]

Morai strolled after, glancing all around to make sure he knew where the exists were. Someone had taught him that and though it still seemed a little silly to him, the habit wore on. Slipping into his own chair, he smiled back at Larenzo. "So...?"

[Devon]

"So, I want you to delay a certain Grandisle noble," Larenzo said to Morai. "My, well your employer needs to get something important done when Queen Delilah returns to Grandisle, but to do that he another man needs to be out of his way. I don't care how you stop him, just don't try and kill him and your target may be a noble, but he is ruthless and not as weak as he may look."

[Kender Bard]

"So some noble guy is heading to Grandisle," Morai stated quietly, trying to figure out what Larenzo wants. "And you want me to keep him from getting home anytime soon without outright killing him?"

[Devon]

"Yes," Larenzo said to Morai. "Paul Creighton must not reach his home until mid day the day after he returns. I'm not saying you have to kidnap him, but if it works it works. Hell even if you find some silly way to keep him twiddling his thumbs for the day that would be fine with me."

[Kender Bard]

Morai tried not to grimace at the thought of kidnapping. What a hassle. And it didn't settle with him. "Well, tell me what you're willing to pay and if you can give any guarantee that I won't get persecuted by a bloody noble later for it."

[Devon]

"If everything goes as planned he won't even care about you," Larenzo told Morai, his tone darkening a bit. "Things are on a as need to know basis right now. If you need to know I'll tell you, other than that, just know you're getting paid by a noble so the pay is going to be far better than you can expect."

[Kender Bard]

Well, that'd be a nice change, Morai thought. It shouldn't be too difficult and he had a lot of room on how he'd handle the arrangement. "Just tell me where to be and we've got a deal," he finally said.

[Devon]

"He'll be arriving by boat in a month to Grandisle," Larenzo said. "The boat is called Marybelle, the man you're looking for is Paul Creighton, a tall slim man with light blond hair. You'll know him when you see him, he is usually being followed by the silliest of women."

[Kender Bard]

"Aye, all right," Morai agreed. "Well that all seems simple enough. You have a deal. And with a month to prepare... this should be easy."

[Devon]

"Where can I reach you?" Larenzo asked. "I'll send you the details by letter, I have to head back to Grandisle to help my employer to prepare."

[Kender Bard]

"Write to me here," Morai answered. "This is where I live when I'm not doing anything else." He rubbed his thumb against his forefinger slightly as he asked, "I don't suppose I could ask you for a little of my pay up front, hm?"