After leading the client through the narrow, less-trodden streets and arriving at the docks, Skit watched the exchange between the client and a man who he called Cathal with an air of utter boredom. He listened regardless, and was rewarded with a few details.
Names. Places. The man named Cathal had called the client Mynhier. His next destination was the Shroud. A woman named Holly, something about a child, and the name of his man currently in the city: Osric.
None of this meant a thing to Skit, nor did it interest him, but Cenric was on edge and maybe, just maybe, he could use the information.
Skit knew the many steps to this dance; knew that this Mynhier would thank him and make his excuses to leave. So Skit bows, smiles, that ever-dazzling smile.
"I trust we're finished, then? Wonderful. Do take care, sir!"
With that, they part ways.
Once he makes the corner, Skit reaches up and presses a finger to the linkpearl in his ear.
"Cenric? My part is done... Why are you out of breath?... You're about to climb? So you foisted your dirty work on me so you go could for a cl-... I will not be quiet!... Hmph. I called to tell you I have information regarding your client and his man, among other things... Are you listening? Good."
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"So.. Me client's name's Mynhier, eh? And 'es lookin' fer a kid? His kid?... What's that? His man in the city's called Osric?" Cenric asks, clueless, and glances at Zhavi. "Hm. Thank ye, Skit. I'll be sure to get ye good'n drunk soon!"
Well, wasn't that interesting? Cenric isn't sure if the information will be of any use to him - he has no reason to cross anybody after all, but if it sheds some light on what powers are currently at play in his city...
No sooner has he got off the line with Skit does his other linkpearl sound - the one connected to Bart-... Osric.
He quickly swaps out the linkpearls.
"I'm glad yer man's happy!" He says, as brightly as he can. "Ye wanna meet at the same place? Aye, o'course. Ye remember the way? Best ye don't get lost. I'll be there soon as I can."
Cenric can't help but feel suspicious, can't help the paranoia that could rival Zhavi's clawing it's way into his mind. This Osric was far from threatening, stumbling over his words with that air of uncertainty. But there was nothing to say that wasn't an act - a very good one at that, and Cenric feels like he's falling deeper into somebody's schemes.
He has no choice but to acquiesce, lest the man becomes suspicious - a runner who doesn't accept payment? - and he doesn't want to give the impression that he's anything more than a simple runner.
So he makes ready to meet the man.
(Ah, sorry I took so long!)
Names. Places. The man named Cathal had called the client Mynhier. His next destination was the Shroud. A woman named Holly, something about a child, and the name of his man currently in the city: Osric.
None of this meant a thing to Skit, nor did it interest him, but Cenric was on edge and maybe, just maybe, he could use the information.
Skit knew the many steps to this dance; knew that this Mynhier would thank him and make his excuses to leave. So Skit bows, smiles, that ever-dazzling smile.
"I trust we're finished, then? Wonderful. Do take care, sir!"
With that, they part ways.
Once he makes the corner, Skit reaches up and presses a finger to the linkpearl in his ear.
"Cenric? My part is done... Why are you out of breath?... You're about to climb? So you foisted your dirty work on me so you go could for a cl-... I will not be quiet!... Hmph. I called to tell you I have information regarding your client and his man, among other things... Are you listening? Good."
--
"So.. Me client's name's Mynhier, eh? And 'es lookin' fer a kid? His kid?... What's that? His man in the city's called Osric?" Cenric asks, clueless, and glances at Zhavi. "Hm. Thank ye, Skit. I'll be sure to get ye good'n drunk soon!"
Well, wasn't that interesting? Cenric isn't sure if the information will be of any use to him - he has no reason to cross anybody after all, but if it sheds some light on what powers are currently at play in his city...
No sooner has he got off the line with Skit does his other linkpearl sound - the one connected to Bart-... Osric.
He quickly swaps out the linkpearls.
"I'm glad yer man's happy!" He says, as brightly as he can. "Ye wanna meet at the same place? Aye, o'course. Ye remember the way? Best ye don't get lost. I'll be there soon as I can."
Cenric can't help but feel suspicious, can't help the paranoia that could rival Zhavi's clawing it's way into his mind. This Osric was far from threatening, stumbling over his words with that air of uncertainty. But there was nothing to say that wasn't an act - a very good one at that, and Cenric feels like he's falling deeper into somebody's schemes.
He has no choice but to acquiesce, lest the man becomes suspicious - a runner who doesn't accept payment? - and he doesn't want to give the impression that he's anything more than a simple runner.
So he makes ready to meet the man.
(Ah, sorry I took so long!)
