A lone guard standing at the far end of the hall watches the "lawyer" curiously; his suspicions aroused, but he's not in a position to ask questions for proper validation of the documents.Â
Better to just send it up to Commander Crofte later; she'll want to know about this.Â
G'leo gives a relieved chuckle, borderline on ecstatic, as Ev- Rufus Ruferson speaks to him. "I..." he lowers his own voice. "I don't know what's going on, or what you are doing...but I'm more than happy to see you. Are they ok, the refugees? Nothing has happened to them? Are you alright?"
G'leo looks back down the hall and, despite his complete and total lack of perception on the theatrics of "acting", goes along with the ploy. "Theft, murder, and treason. Those were the charges that were posted on the wanted papers, and those charges are in a manner true. I can't and won't deny that, but they were from my distant past and not against the people of Ul'dah."
He pauses, preparing himself to tell what he has kept secret.
"The short version of my story starts with my lineage. My true name is G'leo Nuhn, and I was once the rightful heir to my father's tribe, the G tribe of the Sangolli Plateaus. My father, G'anu Nuhn, was usurped by a manipulative visionary named G'ramau Tia, the current Nuhn of my tribe, but his title was won through trickery and deceit. He challenged my father to a duel for the right to lead my people, this happened while I was on a pilgrimage to earn the right to claim my father's place, and used dark magic, which was a forbidden practice among my people, to kill my father. When he became the Nuhn, G'ramau enforced that right to his claim by killing many of my people who opposed him...including my mother, brothers, and sisters."
He pauses as the memories come flooding back, but nevertheless continues.
"When I returned to my village, I sought to kill G'ramau myself and challenged him to a duel...but to no avail, I lost the duel and barely escaped with my life; the man again used his dark magic to defeat me. After my defeat...I ran. His sons hunted me relentlessly through the desert for the next month, and although I killed one of them during this time, the other five managed to escape my grasp and reported back to their father. It wasn't long after the death of G'ramau's first son that U'odh Nuhn and his warriors found me. The U tribe had long been allies with my people, and, because of this, U'odh took me in and raised me as a son from that day."
He looks up to Eva; searching for any means of hope.
"The charges, pressed against me, are all from that time I survived in the desert, but G'ramau Nuhn has been hunting me now for the past ten years. He's used this city-state's government to issue a...I don't know what you people call it...but a request for my arrest; offering a bounty to anyone who can return me alive to the G tribe. I believed that his hunt was over until about a year ago when I ran into an old member of my tribe. They reported back to G'ramau, and thus, as Franz has shown me, were their efforts raised as well as the bounty. I turned myself in because for the past two weeks I've been hunted by bounty hunters. I didn't want to lead them back to the refugee camps...I didn't want to put any of them at risk. I know my tribe is now desperate to execute me on their own terms, but I couldn't allow those who offered me shelter to be in harms way because of my past. This...being something I have hidden from for over a decade now, and you being the second person to hear part of my story."
Better to just send it up to Commander Crofte later; she'll want to know about this.Â
G'leo gives a relieved chuckle, borderline on ecstatic, as Ev- Rufus Ruferson speaks to him. "I..." he lowers his own voice. "I don't know what's going on, or what you are doing...but I'm more than happy to see you. Are they ok, the refugees? Nothing has happened to them? Are you alright?"
G'leo looks back down the hall and, despite his complete and total lack of perception on the theatrics of "acting", goes along with the ploy. "Theft, murder, and treason. Those were the charges that were posted on the wanted papers, and those charges are in a manner true. I can't and won't deny that, but they were from my distant past and not against the people of Ul'dah."
He pauses, preparing himself to tell what he has kept secret.
"The short version of my story starts with my lineage. My true name is G'leo Nuhn, and I was once the rightful heir to my father's tribe, the G tribe of the Sangolli Plateaus. My father, G'anu Nuhn, was usurped by a manipulative visionary named G'ramau Tia, the current Nuhn of my tribe, but his title was won through trickery and deceit. He challenged my father to a duel for the right to lead my people, this happened while I was on a pilgrimage to earn the right to claim my father's place, and used dark magic, which was a forbidden practice among my people, to kill my father. When he became the Nuhn, G'ramau enforced that right to his claim by killing many of my people who opposed him...including my mother, brothers, and sisters."
He pauses as the memories come flooding back, but nevertheless continues.
"When I returned to my village, I sought to kill G'ramau myself and challenged him to a duel...but to no avail, I lost the duel and barely escaped with my life; the man again used his dark magic to defeat me. After my defeat...I ran. His sons hunted me relentlessly through the desert for the next month, and although I killed one of them during this time, the other five managed to escape my grasp and reported back to their father. It wasn't long after the death of G'ramau's first son that U'odh Nuhn and his warriors found me. The U tribe had long been allies with my people, and, because of this, U'odh took me in and raised me as a son from that day."
He looks up to Eva; searching for any means of hope.
"The charges, pressed against me, are all from that time I survived in the desert, but G'ramau Nuhn has been hunting me now for the past ten years. He's used this city-state's government to issue a...I don't know what you people call it...but a request for my arrest; offering a bounty to anyone who can return me alive to the G tribe. I believed that his hunt was over until about a year ago when I ran into an old member of my tribe. They reported back to G'ramau, and thus, as Franz has shown me, were their efforts raised as well as the bounty. I turned myself in because for the past two weeks I've been hunted by bounty hunters. I didn't want to lead them back to the refugee camps...I didn't want to put any of them at risk. I know my tribe is now desperate to execute me on their own terms, but I couldn't allow those who offered me shelter to be in harms way because of my past. This...being something I have hidden from for over a decade now, and you being the second person to hear part of my story."