Arabian Swindler

A week past, and while for Mercy and Windy it was the hardest week they had to endure? They knew that once Riki was confirmed pregnant they can continue business as usual. Although they had to leave Ramada, as Dejen gotten word on something and the Innovation began traveling back to the Holds. While both mares were glad to spend some time with their Striped, and to help ease Riki a bit? They still had to allow the vixen to ‘attend’ to Dejen when he felt in the mood, mostly as to ensure she was impregnated with his seed.(done)

To Mercy’s and windy’s own thanks? The vixen didn’t put on a show any longer. Maybe a little during those times to give their male attention in private, but for the most part kept herself detached. For the most part, as she still fetched him meals and drinks when needed.

With it all said and done? Susumu had to take some time to confirm the vixen was pregnant, but was able to do so in a few days. And he gave the news as such, that she would have a child. The news was…. Well, Dejen wasn’t sure how to take it. Even more as he and Riki left Susumu’s medical bay. Riki didn’t seem happy nor… disappointed. (end)

Dejen glance to her, as he was still having mixed feelings about this, but took a deep breath and figure that the best way to handle this? Was talking...Although he couldn’t talk with her out in the open in the halls. So he spoke. “Let's head to our room, there’s something I want to talk about Riki.” He figured that would be the most private of places to speak about...well, his feelings, her feelings-- probably what's going to happen.

He partially wonder if he was still feeling this oddness due to his human nature...or him adapting to his now striped nature? It was really hard to say for Dejen, as while he can keep up the act of being a ‘odd Striped’...there was just some things that surprised him about himself. He heard her respond with a ‘yes Dejen-dono’ with a calm tone. Dejen still couldn’t get used to her being so outwardly calm and hid her emotions.

Then again...Kitsunes were taught in a different upbringing than he was accustomed too.

The two headed back to his room, as he open the door for her, and close it behind him. He headed to the couch to sit down and said. “Sit down with me Riki.” Figuring that he should use the couch instead of the bed to talk with the vixen. (done)

She seemed a little confused, but sat down with him. And while they sat, she asked, “why have you asked me here, Dejen-dono?” Lips slightly pressed together. “Are you… displeased with me in some way?” (end)

Shaking his head, Dejen assure. “No, no,” his hands moving to get his deck, feeling a need to settle his mind as his hands shuffle his cards. “It’s more of a cultural difference Riki. Or rather I just…” letting out a breath as he shuffled his cards more, trying to focus his thoughts as he works with the data of Kitsunes and their culture from what he understood. It almost reminded him of the japaneses...to an extent.

Taking another breath in and slowly letting it out, Dejen glance to her as he said. “I’m just trying to understand Riki. Specifically...on what us, me, you, just...trying to understand what’s going to happen next.” (done)

She tilted her head, and soon spoke, “what is difficult to understand, Dejen-dono? I am your women, and the bearer of our child that is the covenant of our clan’s alliances. And while you are out, waging your battles and doing your tasks-- I am to stay at home. Birth your child, raise them and ready them for the day you choose what their fate will be.” Seeming just so… calm about it. (End)

Hands slow on the shuffling of his deck, Dejen thought to himself. and thats the problem. as this was...far different from what he was adjusted to. In both ‘alliances’ and how Riki seem to be fine with all of this. His amber eyes looking to her as he said. “I’m not used to this,” going on to explain. “For me...alliances is usually done by word, or by a tight-bound contract Riki. I’m not accustomed to the Kitsune means of alliances…”

“Or...the fact that you seem fine with all of this, or…” trailing off as he finished in an uneasy tone. “You don’t hold some grudge with being ‘mine’.” that was what probably makes him so confused at this. Since he was used to people acting fine-- and secretly plotting his death or holding a grudge, or even waiting to backstab him. He knew Riki wouldn’t kill him with the whole alliance thing being important, or how it could lead her clan being ruined-- but she said she was afraid of him, maybe holding some sort of grudge or hatred towards him deep down in her. Even more as she is ‘his female’.(done)

“My clan’s life, is worth more than any grudges I could hold to you.” Riki told while lowering her head. “I am more affrained than spiteful. I would rather be your women of pleasure and bearer of children-- then see harm come to the remains of my Clan.” Then, slowly looked to him. “I am leaving, because your true wife, Mercy, doesn't feel right that I stay. I do not, and doubt I will ever, love you. She knows this.” (end)

It doesn’t help that Mercy is a changeling. thought Dejen as he knew she could feel all emotions from other's, or at least within expectation people. He also knew that...Riki was right, Mercy was more wife material really, and while she’s the ‘second mare’, Windy didn’t mind letting Mercy be the speaker, mostly as Windy enjoy being his pet. And Mercy probably felt that Riki wouldn’t do much beside pleasing him and raising his kids...and in hindsight? It was probably best she be in Humilit, mostly if someone manage to get on his ship and cause all sort of damage.

His hands slowly started to shuffle more, as he muses to himself. And Riki would probably rather be in her Clan than be around me… Dejen muse that a bit as he looks back to Riki and asked. “And you’re alright with this? Being nothing more than a means for an alliance? To just be a child bearer and under my authority?” (done)

“What sacrifices would you make for your clan?” Riki asked simply. (end)

Thinking of that, Dejen hands stop his shuffling, as he thought over her question. What sacrifice would he make for Mitego? He took a deep breath in and look to the wall ahead of him as his hands slowly started to shuffle. “Well, I pull my Clan into fighting demons, nations, a slaver empire, near death experiences on getting some out from a execution…” shuffling his cards more and more as he looks down, looking at his deck, the deck his grandfather gave to him and the only thing left he has of home.

Musing a bit, Dejen raise his gaze to look at Riki as he gave a slight grin. “I guess I would probably go through hell and back. Mitego is the closest thing to a family now, so I would probably sacrifice myself.” He internally pause at that, sacrificing himself for his group. It wasn’t something he would usually do...but spending the years here, bonding with his group, even calling them ‘his’? It showed how much Dejen changed internally.

Smiling a bit, Dejen repeated his words. “Yeah, sacrificing myself for them…” going on to joke a bit. “Probably in a fashion that’s all flashy and to the death, but I would do it.” His hands shuffling more, Dejen couldn’t help but let out an amused snort as he said to himself. “With the cards I’ve been dealing, I probably won what I could.” in hindsight he did lost a bit...but at the same time, he also won a bit, yes he may have lost means of becoming an info broker...but he won a family of his Clan. (done)

“Then know, that is what I am doing.” Riki said in her gentle voice while looking to her lap. “I sacrifice my own life, my own future… so my clan can have just that. I will be a mother. I will have to carry and raise this child. I may never find a man I love. But that is what I, and my sisters, were expected to sacrifice when my Mother offered us up as your brides. All for the sake, of our Clan.” (end)

Musing quietly to this, Dejen stop his cards as he muses over her words. While it was harsh, for Riki to be expected of this, to not find her own love...or happiness...it was a ‘price’ for the alliance of his clan and hers. Even though he did say he would be fine with a agreement-- he began to understand that Kitsune think differently when it comes to alliances...and while he would’ve waited on the whole child-making?

There was probably only so much to be held back until either Hitomi would press, but also how on edge Mercy would be. Riki said it herself, she doesn’t love him and might never will with what he did...With a low sigh, Dejen put his cards away into where they usually go. He leaned back as he muses a bit and spoke. “As much as I want to be optimistic about all of this? I’m too much of a pessimist to know fate is cruel…”

He knew there was no means of undoing what had happened, and all he and probably Riki could do was work it out with the cards they had. With her raising his kid in duty of a loveless relationship, and him just doing what he can to support her in this alliance. And while part of him hope that with time healing she might come to love him? He knew that life didn’t work so well.

Leaning his head back a bit, Dejen arm move to wrap around Riki shoulder and let her lean against him as he gotta accept the circumstances. They’re married due to alliances, and while both would want something else? They had to work with what was before them. “Life really gave us a horrible hand, Riki.” spoke Dejen. (Done)

“Iife, is never fair.” Riki seemed to agree. “I recall Cosmo-san saying that once.” Half pondering to herself. “I wonder… if he and my sister have bedded yet and if Hayami-nii-chan is Clan Head now?” (End)

Snorting, Dejen told. “Well, I heard from the Swarm mind that nothing happened yet…” he frowned a bit in thought as he asked. “But that does bring up an issue that I just realize.” looking to Riki as he asked. “Do I need to make a house somewhere in Humilti? I know we’re dropping you off to be safe for the child but…” Dejen realized that this ship was ‘home’...and while he does come by Humilti, he doesn’t exactly ‘own’ a house in the town and it would be horrible for Riki to not live anywhere and assume Hitomi would bring her in-- since Riki is ‘part’ of Mitego..(Doen)

She gave him an odd look, and spoke, “why would you need a home? Is this not your home?” Looking very puzzled at his question. (end)

“Well it is,” confess Dejen as he look to her and explain. “But what's going to happen to you once we head to Humilti? Are you just going to live within Shouki the entire time? This isn’t a normal situation for me, Riki.” (done)

“The Shouki is my clan, and I have a family.” Riki said in a very calm tone. “Why would they not take me back? They knew that I may have to come back, if the child's life is needed for greater safety or better raising.” Then admitted, “you worry too much. We Kitsune have done this for generations. We know what we must do when the time comes.” (end)

Shaking his head, Dejen respond. “I only worry because this is new to me, since I never met with Kitsunes.” looking back to her as he went on. “Or in other things really...I never became a leader of a Clan, or wasn’t raised up to be one. Or even knew on how to lead a Clan until recently.” using his other hand to rub his face a bit before lowering it down as he added. “This is something I’m getting adjusted.” (done)

Riki let out a breath and turned to him in thought. She looked away and continued to think some, seeming unsure what to say for the longest of times. Eventually, she said, “then do not think about it too deeply.” Making Dejen scrunch his face. “If thinking causes worry… then do not ponder the moment. Be with the moment. Ride it out, until you can take time to think. Worrying will only cause more worry and not solve anything. Sometimes, if all is too fast, best to go with, and wait for the rushing flood to calm.” (end)

Humming abit, Dejen remark. “Sound almost like what gramps would say.” recalling the old man teaching Dejen on waiting, watching, and not focus on what might happen, but focusing on how the cards will play out. Dejen snort a bit in minor amusement. He went on to think a bit as he said. “You’re right Riki. I should just focus on what I can do, instead of what I can’t do yet.” (Done)

Slowly, Riki gave a nod and both sat in silence. After a time, she said, “maybe… speak to Cosmo-san once we reach the town.” Getting him to look to her. “My advice, is not my own. It is something he told me when we first came to Humilti. Things were changing so fast, too quickly…” Then sighed out. “I do not understand… how he could be so calm and centered. It is expected of Herno, but he is… different.” (end)

Chuckling, Dejen told. “Well, let just say Cosmo is a unique case.” knowing the truth of Cosmo as he let his arm settle around her as he was quiet a bit in thought...and then said. “Riki, if you need anything, anything at all, either in Humilti or something? Just let me know.” going on to tell as he look to her. “You can ask one of the changelings to send a message to me, or if you want, I can give you a walky to contact me.” he figure he could try to support her, or get something if she needs it. Despite the circumstances? They were together..and he would be a poor man if he didn’t support her while she will have his kid growing in her. (Done)

Still, Riki only mutely nodded, and Dejen wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Unsure how to take her silent response. Even as he looked away, even he was trying to understand how to take all of this. From getting her as his bride to her… well, sexual manipulations in a sense. Mercy and Windy being defensive now that he knew what was going on… and later on, Mercy giving the go ahead for him to get the vixen pregnant-- only if she told him the truth. (end)

A low sigh escape from him as he muses a bit. Things escalated alot...although being called Dejen-kun wasn’t that bad...but I’m probably going to be stuck to ‘dono’ or ‘san’...I doubt she’ll say that title to me again...considering from what I understand its a ‘term of love’ or something...or a term of interest? thinking a bit, Dejen thought. you know, I never really understood the whole added bit… he understood enough that ‘san’ meant stranger or something…

In hindsight, he probably should’ve asked Tatsu or Susumu what they all meant, as he was unaccustomed to it all. He knew enough ‘dono’ meant lord...but he didn’t know what ‘kun’ meant.

He glance to Riki as he asked. “Hey Riki, what does the ‘kun’ part meant anyway?” he figured he might as well know what it meant before she leaves the ship. (done)

Blushing a little, Riki told, “it’s an informal way of addressing young men or boys. Sometimes we women of my clan tend to use it with those we find… attractive. Much like how Hayami-chan calls Cosmo ‘Kun’. it’s… much like a tease or baby talk. To be endearing, really…” (end)

“Ah,” said Dejen in a more understanding tone. “A form of attraction and care…” understanding more perfectly now as he let out a hum as know that now she might not use the ‘kun’ with him at all. Or at least not ever since she herself said she didn’t care that much to him. He held a small hope however that she might give it to him...but as he glanced to Riki, did he squash it down with him reminding himself.

Don’t kid yourself Dejen. She’ll just give the ‘honorifics’ of dono. he knew it won’t happen, probably not for years really. He thought over on changing the subject as he asked. “Do you need help in getting your clothes?” knowing he did buy a lot of clothes, even the custom made ones for her while they were in Ramada to fit the sort of dress style she usually wears. (done)

“I will be able to carry.” Riki told him rather honestly. “It is kind to ask, but I think I can handle what I now have.” Seeming sure of herself on that. And even lost in thought. (end)

Glancing to her, seeing she was in thought, he figure to lightly push on the topic. “Penny for your thoughts?” although as he said those words he almost facepalm himself. Mostly in the wording as pennies never exist here... (Done)

And it showed. Riki looked at him with all due confusion. “Penny… for thought?” (end)

“Its a old saying where I used to live.” respond Dejen. “It means I’m wondering whats on your mind, Riki.” (done)

She looked back away and told while placing a hand to her slim stomach. “Thinking of what it will be like, to be a mother.” Going on in thought. “I never had a child before. It… the feeling is… odd. Frightening. I am… not sure how to take it.” Which was almost surprising to hear, since she sounded so calm. (end)

Looking at her, Dejen said. “Well, no offense Riki but...you sound utterly calm about this. I mean, I would’ve thought you be panicking at this point. Or be unease.” (done)

“Inside, I am.” Riki told while letting out a breath. “But.. I can no panic. Not now. My mother… will know what I will have to do. I ay know what I must, but… I will feel more calmer with her to aid me through.” Half nodding to herself. “She did bare myself and all my sisters. She would know best.” (end)

He gave an agreeing nod to that. Hitomi would know what to expect. He gave a one-arm gentle hug around her shoulder as he said. “Its going to be tough...but like I said before, if you need anything...just let me know.” he admitally was a bit concern about the child himself, as this would be the ‘first’ time he would have a kid. Yes he did have those eggs with Mercy...but this was different. A lot different since Riki would be carrying his kid. (done)

After all of it, the air between Dejen and Riki them felt… odd. Mercy knew that she and Riki had an understanding, but when it came to Dejen and Riki? Well, Riki let things be and didn’t seem to think much on it. Dejen however, would cast looks, anxious of his actions.

It was a tense sort of air that was gone once they landed in Humilite and dropped the vixen off to live with her clan. And while Dejen wasn’t as… tense, Mercy could still feel an uncertainty from the striped. Even as they headed out and began to travel into the Holds. Mostly with them waiting to see what his next move was. But she could tell he was distracted. Something she decided to ask, now that Riki wasn’t around to accidentally overhear. (end)

“Are you bothered with what Riki told you?” asked Mercy, as she, Windy, and Dejen were together in the captain's chair on the bridge. Both mares settling close to him as Dejen lean back and admit.

“More like past regrets.” staring at the window as he went on. “To be honest, part of me was a bit sad that it was all a act. A means to fool me, but I can’t exactly blame her. Or any of them. To them I’m some big scary person that cut their clan in half. Took them away into a new place with nothing but the clothes on their back and kids.”

“You’re not scary, Master.” assured Windy as Dejen snort.

“Windy, I’m Death’s Gambler. I made Arabia feared me to the point my presence alone could cause tension in the air.” Sighing out. “She doesn’t fully forgive me, none of them did and I understand that...but she is also going to be carrying my kid...and going to be married to me.” rubbing his face a bit as he said. “Honestly I’m surprised she went through with it.”

“Kitsunes view things differently.” reminded Mercy. “Duty, honor and tradition means a lot. So to her, she was fulfilling her duty as a means to have our Clans allied.” Gently nuzzling his cheek as she went on. “You shouldn’t blame yourself Dejen. Or be doubtful. You did the best you could, you’re trying to repair the damages that happen, and you’re doing it the best you could.”

Dejen was silent as he let out a breath and remark. “Yeah...but sometimes I feel I haven’t done enough, ever since we left Arabia I felt like I couldn’t do more than what I had for options.” (done)

Which wasn't true in Mercy’s opinion. He had done a lot more than he gave himself credit for. If anything, they had become an even larger threat. Sure, they weren't the ones to take out Dejeen at the start, but they instigated it. And they did take on a slaver Empire, and while Ash aided in it? They were the ones to deliver the blow. And what a blow it was, having a while fleet of Minotaur ships at their backing. Sure, they had limited options, but it was what they did with those options that showed how far he had come with them all.

He may of had a bad hand more than once, but the gambles still payed off. (end)

“Dejen,” started off Mercy as she use her magic to make him look at her firm expression. “You done a lot more than you think. Sure your options were limited and you got more than one bad hand-- but you gambled pay off. You help brought down the bit of the slaver empire with Maltar, you help kick Dejeen off in Arabia-- Tartarus you help protect Ramada for years. You helped Shima get a new home for her colony, help Humilit get a second chance-- even help Shouki to get saved despite what it might meant.”

“Yes there were problems that came with what happened, but you managed to win, even if it wasn’t the pot!”

Windy nod in agreement as she move a wing to get him to look at her. “Stop beating yourself up. You did what you had on hand, and play your cards even when the going gets tough.” going on to add. “Beside, you done a lot of good to help lessen the bad.”

Mercy could see their talk was help Dejen, as while there was still that uncertainty? It was slowly losing its grip as Mercy spoke in. “and while I understand you wanted to try with Riki? Even try to have something of a relationship? This is as close as you can get with how things are. They need time Dejen. Time to let their wounds heal.”

Dejen thought over as he tease the two. “Since when did you two became Asha substitute?” both giggled as Windy told.

“We’re more of the mares to keep our male happy and not bothered.” soon asking. “Where are we going, Master?”

Dejen muse a bit as he admits. “Well, I was figuring we head to Akabar now. Might as well cause a bit of trouble there and see what we can do to disrupt these ritual summonings.” (done)

Something that sounded nice. Debt even began to work with Port to send the ship straight to the port town in Arabia. It might of been a week, but a week’s travel could be expected when it came to traveling. It was possible the Dog was waiting for the delivery horse to show up still.

Yet as they sped over the Holds, going past many towns, rocky lands and green shrubbery of tough trees, a changeling in the crows nest called in, “Crash sight to the stern!” (End)

Dejen raises a brow tot his, mostly as he wasn’t expecting a crash ship. Neither did his mares, or the two piloting as Dejen told. “Get us near,” knowing Debt and Port would get the Innovation to the crash sight as he activate the comms. “Crow nest, give me a visual of the crash sight. What are we looking at?” wondering what sort of ship crash, be it a military minotaur ship, or a pirate ship, or something else. (done)

After a while of nearing, he was informed, “My King, it seems to be some tradeship. But I don’t know the color’s it bares.” Which told him that it was some unofficial group or just as possible, pirates-- smugglers. Whie they lowered closer and got a better look, Dejen could tell that it wasn’t the former. The thing was turned into swisscheese by cannon fire. It made him wonder if there was anything left. (end)

Moving a hand to the comms, Dejen told. “Open up the hatches, we’ll see if theres anything left inside the ship.” attention turn to the down ship, as Mercy listen within the Swarm mind of any information given. There wasn’t much yet, but as the changelings were entering inside the ship and exploring around, Mercy heard her children speaking.

Wow, everything is a mess! Tell me about it, I’m surprised this ship is still holding with the amount of holes. Mercy listen on, hearing the news of what her children are finding, even the crew that was on the ship conditions as she spoke. “Dejen, it seem the crew is dead, no survivors.” seeing the Stripe nod, she could only presume he expected that. Then again, the ship was riddled with holes.

Although after a moment, she spoke up. “It seem my children found supplies, crates, and other things…” then added. “And some papers, some are letters and bits of journals, but it seem this ship was smuggling supplies to the Tidelands Republic.”

Interest perk to this, Dejen said. “To the Tidelands, eh?” thinking a bit before giving a low grin and told with a shrug. “Well, seeing as the ship can’t make the journey, we may have to take up their burden and make the delivery complete.”

“You’re just saying that because you want free cash.” teased Mercy as she already sent the message for gathering every bit of info, and start gathering the supplies on the ship.

“Well that and getting a potential connection in the Tidelands.” confess Dejen as he went on. “Beside, this is a good excuse for us to head to it, since we never went this far east before, we might as well check up on it.” going on to add. “As soon as we finish checking up on that dog in Akbar.” Mercy snort in amusement, but lean back to his side, as Windy merely held amusement to the Stripe being his usual self.

Which was good in their opinions as they felt his hands moving to pet their sides as they wonder on what information would be found not only with their trip on finding this dog, but also in the Tidelands. And who requested these supplies at all?

Only time will tell.

When they arrived in Akbar, they look into the dog, gather what info they could --mostly with Johari to help ‘convince’ him-- and gather what info they could before ‘assisting’ the dog away and left Akbar. Although as they left to head straight to the Tidelands, Dejen was musing over the letters as they seem to be sent to one person or another...but with Susumu looking over the letters?

None of them were from Jubali, so it was hard to say who was writing to who. Even more if they were innocent or not. Still, Dejen muse more on the Tidelands, as he had never been there before, or anyone on his ship either. And the manifests and the bulk of the supplies are to a Karcia.

He didn’t know who this being was, but he’ll find out once he reaches the Tidelands...and getting there was easy, mostly in terms of traveling as they travel in higher altitudes as they avoided most of the pirates that wander in the seas. (done)

The journey took a few days, maybe more. Dejen knew there was a lot of ocean between the Tidelands and the Holds, but actually traveling it? It placed it into perspective. It rarely took more than one or two days to reach from Equestria to the Isles. But as day four rolled by and went to five? It placed into perspective for Dejen how this was often a hard and long trip for most normal ships.

It was on day five, nearing the twilight hours, that they reached the Tideland republic. And while they lowered down and near, a few navy ships moved to intercept and watch. They did not fire-- thankfully. Nor stop them. Mostly watch very carefully. Possibly due to the size of Dejen’s own ship.

Upon landing they had to pay a fair fee to dock and stay-- but otherwise? They didn’t get trouble. He soon traveled out and did so with Debt by his side. Mynu also came with, acting as an additional guard while in the new area. And for Dejen as he held the manifest and followed the streets? Well, the Tidelands looked like some mix of a victorian/caribian styled city. While the outer port and edges were a little ratty and rickaty? The deeper they went, the more finner and cleaner things looked.

Homes made with fine stone and brick. Complex yet traditional like roofing in place. It reminded him of old ‘brooklin’ like places in movies or shows. Though with a great lack of smog or industry. It was clean and tidy, with even some vinegrowth being commonplace. Hanging from houses, roofs or overhangs.

And the people. Most were ponies, but there were a much more diverse race here. And there was a very clear divide. He could easily pick out nobility from high class. And middle class from lower class. He hadn’t seen a real beggar around, if anything there was instead someone poor that was working hard in some shop, smithry or even maintaining the street lamps and other minor jobs. (end)

Walking with the two, Dejen wonder if there was any poverty in a place like this. Since these ponies probably could get enough to not be in the streets to live off begging. Although he knew that he and his two extras were getting looks, be it from them seeing different species, or how the three wore different clothing. I’m surprised there species other than ponies here. thought Dejen as he look to see a few minotaurs now and then, goats, horses-- even diamond dogs and griffons.

Granted it was mostly ponies, but it was a bit surprising to see other races here. Then again, this was the first time he came to the Tidelands. Dejen glance at the address of the manifest as he heard Debt spoke low.

“Clan head, how long till we reach to this ‘Karcia’?” the gnoll keeping his guard up for any issues to come up, even more as they were in unknown territory.

“Well, I say we might be there soon, depending on how long the traveling is.” said the Striped, as the further they went to track the adress? Did Dejen and the other two notice that the streets were becoming more cleaner, houses getting more finer and fancier. Even trees that were planted in special spots on the sidewalks have fences around them. Any grass areas are minorly ‘fenced’ off with a ‘do not step on the grass’ sign now and then.

And the locals in the area looking more and more pompous or more noble.

“I think this Karcia might be a noble person.” remark Dejen lowly ot the two. Debt snort a bit, mostly if they would have to put up with an annoying noble attitude. (done)

Making a face, Mynu watched a couple of ponies walk on by with clothes that could have easily bought a nice sturdy set of armor. She had to wonder why anyone would spend so much on such… garbs. Yes, she had a fair clue, but it was still odd to see. And looking about the area? The Greyhound said, “I feel out of place.” her bland tone sounding just a bit more unsure. Even as Dejen turned down the next road.

One that leads to a fine iron fendline with a mansion behind it. They got to the open gates, and Dejen looked from the manafest, to the plack by the gate. And looking inside, he could see a large plot of land, with a manicured garden, lawn, bushes and even trees. A few ‘lower class’ acting as workers to keep the place clean and tidy. (end)

Debt look to Myun as Dejen look what was before them as the gnoll spoke. “I think you look fine, Myun.”

Dejen gave an amused look as he glanced back to the two and joke to Myun. “Yeah, listen to your gnoll, you’re fine Myun.” then focus ahead as he added. “Now let's hope this Karcia believes we’re the ‘delivery’ lot.” already walking up as the two followed behind him. Dejen was glancing around them as he was somewhat surprised of how big this place was, mostly with a large garden and it being own by one person.

Then again, this is a place of nobility, so it was likely they use the money to buy this place and scream out ‘look at me, I got so much money I used it to make my front lawn look nice!’. Moving in his robes, and having his mythril underneath said robe as a precaution as it took them a bit of time to head to the front door, mostly in travel distance. But when they reach up to the door, the giant and large doors before them, Dejen raise a hand. His eyes scan for a doorbell, but seeing something, he saw a handle on the middle of the door.

Ah, a door knocker. thought Dejen as he move his hand to the metal door knocker as he began to lift and hit the door a few times before letting go. (Doen)

When the door opened, Dejen almost wanted to blink. So did the two by him. There standing pretty tall and with height with Debt, was another gnoll. In a butler’s suite. And surprisingly, spoke with a very, very impressive amount of pomp, “yes, how can I help you?” (end)

There was a bit of silence as Dejen stare, not expecting to see a gnoll of all things ...in a butler suit. And with a pompous tone. Dejen however recover and held up the manifest as he said with a light grin. “Yeah, I’m here to deliver the shipment a Karcia requested?” (done)

He nearly leered at them, though they could see clear restraint from making demands. Instead he held a hand out, and Dejen gave it. While the Gnoll looked it over, taking his sweet time, he eventually said. “Yes. Lady Karcia has been expecting this shipment for two months now.” Stressing the noble title before looking at them. “Maybe you could explain to her why you were so late?” (End)

Giving a light shrug, Dejen told. “Oh you know, avoiding trouble, or rather avoiding pirates-- it’s a miracle we managed to get here at all. Pirates are no joke when they show up in the seas.” (Done)

“Surly.” Was the near dry and disbelieving response. “Come in, please. I’m sure her Ladyship would love to hear your reasoning.” And moved so they could walk in, watching them very sharply. (end)

Dejen walked on in, Debt was observing everything around him, but his focus was the other gnoll. Giving a sharp look on his own as he didn’t expect another gnoll here, and one that seem restraint of his emotions. But the gnoll guard will be on his guard on everything. Even pompous gnolls that wear suits.

Dejen himself was walking along with the butler as the striped examine the clean floors, high society paintings here and there, and how everything seemed to sparkle. In short it seem like a normal noble home...and something that follow the stereotype of noble people like having noble stuff around them. Nevertheless, he kept his thoughts to himself, as the sooner he make a connection here in the Tidelands, the more he might have.

Especially with money, since their funds were starting to become more tight with the recent activies they done. (done)

Rounding the next corner and into a very fine room, the Gnoll spoke, “Lady Karcia, those ‘merchants’ you funded have apparently arrived.” And when Dejen looked ahead with those with him, he felt stumped. Truly stumped. The creature before him, was not a Minotaur, or a Goat, not even a Griffon. Sure, he knew it wasn’t pony-- ponies had more… interesting names.

But ‘Lady Karcia’? She was none of them. He wasn’t sure what ‘she’ even was. Not with the grey skin and serpent’s tail-- first thought was a possible demon. With her four arms and near serpent line slitted nose. She almost reminded him of some female upper-half voldemort… but actually semi-pretty. And not bald. Not with how her blak hair flowed. And she far looked from ‘evil’.

Yes, she had grey skin and a black serpent tail coiled under her. Even four arms with wicked looking nails that looked almost like needles. But she was poised, fairly attractive enough, and had a fine corset and sash of white, trimmed with gold.

She looked up to them with eyes that were squinted naturally, and seemed to speak with a smile, “are they now?” And looking them over. “May I know your names, Strangers? Just to be clear you are the merchants I hired.” Then seemed to sign off on some document by her desk. (end)

Dejen thought back to any names that were mentioned with Karcia. Sadly he didn’t recall any names and it was likely she probably had contact with the original group that was supposed to deliver the supplies. And if I give out my real name, or a fake name, she might try to dig in...troublesome. he thought over and decided to use his name-- mostly since coming up with a fake name might be more troublesome. And probably cause more issues in the long run.

Giving a low grin, Dejen respond. “Names Dejen, Lady Karcia.” (done)

She stopped on her slight reading on another document to pin her full and undivided attention unto him. Even looking Dejen up and down, lips thinning and humming. Both Debt and Mynu felt unease by her sudden interest, even as she placed her next document down and asked, “Dejen? Do you by chance share a natority among the Holds? A, what was it?” Seeming to rack her mind for a moment, “ah yes, the ‘underdog’ that nearly won a hand Against the King of Minotaurs himself?” Seeming to smile a bit. “I heard that you were the first one to even contend with the disputed ‘Ruler of Bloodyhoof’.” (end)

Dejen grin grew more as he kept his inner thoughts calm as he was surprised of her knowing that, but outwardly he was grinning as he remark. “Well, I never expect anyone here in the Republic to hear such news! Especially on something so low in terms of interests.” (done)

Laughing, Karcia told, “so low? My dear Dejen, there is nothing ‘low’ about someone that has luck or skill to match the King of the Holds.” Smiling as she said this. “Being a noble, like myself, one must have co ntacts to keep up revenue. And hearing from some friends in the holds of not just your reputation, but exploits? It is hard to not take some interest in what partners or common folk talk about in rumors.”

She then said, “however, you did half masquerade as my Tradesmen that I funded for a pickup of goods.” Folding one set of hands to ask with a lifted brow. “Care to explain why you never corrected dear Bruticus?” (End)

“Well Lady Karcia, I figure it’s best to err on the side of caution.” told Dejen as he looks to Karcia. “Especially since I had no idea on what kind of noble person you might be.” (done)

Lifting a hand to hide her small laugh, the snake-women asked, “Unsure of what sort of Noble I am?” Then shook her head, “this must be your first time here, Dejen. Because everyone knows that there is no fully ‘rotten’ or ‘bad’ nobility here.” Going on to cross her arms. “Too harmful for profits. And if any one noble got out of line? Our little ‘senit’ of nobility would come down on them like a pack of hungry wolves. Keeping the peace, the people happy, or profits fair and the pirates out? That is too much of a concern to allow for any weeds to grow around here.” (End)

Dejen hum a bit, taking this info in as he remark. “A nice way of keeping them in line, but also a means of producing profit.” already seeing a means of having a ‘unity’ of keeping everyone working together and ensuring the cash flows is still going without harming the workers, or having a greedy person screwing things up. (done)

“Still.” Spoke on the women, “if your concerned for retribution or extortion? Don’t. I could have had called for an investigation on you falsifying as people I paid to do a job? I think we can come to a different accord.” Smiling as she told. “Once you have moved my things to a warehouse where I will give you a note on? I may have a job in mind for someone of your reputation.” Going on, “I’ve heard about that ship of yours. And while I don’t know of it’s fully capabilities? I think it’s more than fine enough to handle a couple of pesky pirates that have been giving this place a little issue with trade.” (End)

Raising a brow, Dejen comment. “My reputation spread as far to the Republic.”

Debt snort as he told. “With the amount of activity you have done, it would be a matter of time until your reputation is spread enough.”

Dejen had to agree to that, even if his rep was small in the grand scheme of things, people do talk. Still he focus on the topic at hand as he said. “I’ll be sure to place the shipment where they need to, Lady Karcia. Although I am quite curious on this job you mention and the full details about it.” (done)

Snapping her fingers, Karcia spoke, “Bruticus? Fetch me a fresh parchment, would you dear?” Making the Gnoll roam off to the side of the room to get what she called for. And all the while, the women told, “the job is simple. I have the local Navy send you a missive note of a Pirate that’s been causing issue and where they commonly strike? You deal with them. I pay you an amount that I find vably fair.” (end)

“Is there anything important I need to know?” asked Dejen, as he wanted to know more details. “Like if they belong with a group, or if we need to take their ships in good conditions to salvage?” (done)

Shaking her head, Karcia told, “that is up to the Navy-- I’m simply hiring your services to deal with some pesky parasites that have been stealing much needed shipments from both incoming and out-going ships. Unless they have some valuable cargo to recover? I doubt they will care less if you blasted them out of the skies.” (end)

Dejen nod, figuring he might need to talk with whoever was in charge in the navy. Maybe he should consider disabling the pirates by shooting their balloons, or at the very least ensure they can’t escape as to overtake them, take the cargo and whatever was needed. Dejen also consider if these pirates were part of the slaver empire. He doubted that was the case, but it could be like with the Skull Crushers, useful pawns being used to do work for those in the higher food chain.

Thinking more, he also wonders if he should try making connections here. He consider on having Karcia as a connection...but this was his first time here, so maybe he should extend his view in case he spotted someone he could see as reliable. (Done)

While he worked this over, he heard the scratching of a quill on parchment, then with a glance up, he found Bruticus holding out a piece of paper. And after taking it and reading it, Dejen found that it was directions for the warehouse and to drop off the goods. And while he read it over, the women said, “do consider my offer, would you? As an isolated island nation, keeping food on the table is a bit of a challenge. We’re able, but the facts are that people need to eat and there are just some materials that are finite. Only reason we have near to no crime is because things are too good to allow to go worse--”

“Well.” She seemed to cut herself off. “That is until people become desperate. And I for one, would rather that not happen. Don’t need a sudden surge or uprise of lower class rioting in the streets because there isn’t enough food to go around all in due part of pirates messing with our shipping lanes.” (end)

Lower class people uprising due to lack of food...almost remind of me of the cases most nations have when its people are desperate to get something to eat. thought Dejen as he muse over more and soon gave a grin as he asked. “I might consider it Lady Karcia, although the question is where can I find the ‘local Navy’ to start looking?” (done)

Karcia lifted a brow, “it’s a rather hard sight to miss. Search for the overly sized fortress by the west coast that is surrounded by at least four battleships. Not that difficult to miss, honestly.” (end)

Chuckling as he pocket the paper, Dejen said. “Well, thanks for that Lady Karcia. I’ll be sure to have my people move your shipment to the warehouse.” already turning with both Debt and Myun quick to follow as he added. “I might see you later, Lady Karcia.” already leaving the room as to make an exit to the front door. But as they were walking to the front door and out of the house, Dejen muse a bit as he said.

“I have never seen anything like her before.”

“She reminds me of the giant snake.” told Debt as Dejen shiver a bit out of recalling that memory.

“It’ll be too soon if I encounter her again.” then asked. “What are your thoughts on her?” walking towards the gate as Debt thought in his silence before he answered.

“She...seem different. Calm. shows her emotions…” Debt then added. “But it could be a means to play nice to lower our guards. Nobility tend to show masks to others.” (done)

Mynu spoke, “I’m not sure about her. She seems… too nice.” seeming to agree with Debt. “But she isn’t forcing us either. And the deal isn’t… the most enticing thing.” Which she had a point. Hunting Pirates was good and all for money-- but it wasn’t the most grandest thing to do. So it didn’t sound like a bait to get him to contract with her.

If anything, she sounded more concerned with keeping the status quo and not make the lower class agitated because of all the Pirate attacks on the tradships. (end)

Humming abit more, Dejen said. “Well, we might see if there’s any bounties here.” already walking down the street to head back to the ship as he went on. “We are starting to become tight with money, and we do need to start gaining more funds.”

Debt thought and soon asked. “Would there even be bounties here? All there might be is hunting pirates, and the pay not be good enough.”

“I’m sure theres something.” said Dejen. “I doubt there’s anything worthwhile in bounties like back in the Hold-- but I’m sure there’s something for us to deal with while we’re here.” going on to add. “Plus I’m sure we might find something useful in the Tidelands, new territory and all that.”

There were no bounties. The noble women wasn’t kidding apparently. On land? The Tideland Republic hardly had any issues with crime. The only ‘Bounties’ they could find, were for handling pirates. And they were not your usual bounties. They were only posted at taverns by the seaside, where sailors and those with ships could pick them up. Sadly, it seemed that near no one but the Navy itself was interested in risking their hides. Most being tradesmen or fishermen. The rest? Well… there were very, very few sailors that went about hunting pirates. (End)

Looking over the bounties with a frown on his face, Dejen felt a bit of annoyance as he saw that most of the bounties were with pirates. He consider on taking them, go meet with the navy at the fortress and do some pirate hunting...and maybe figure out his plans next.

He was considering staying here in the Tideland for a bit, finding info, or at the very least seeing if he could make a start on having a contact. But that would be an issue, mostly on who to ‘trust’ in this case. His ear flick as he heard Debt speaking low as the gnoll was done listening in his walky. “Clan head, the shipment was delivered at the warehouse.”

Don’t know if we’re going to be paid or not. thought Dejen as he rub his chin and let out a snort. He figure to just take what he can and head to the fortress soon. Mostly for that ‘job’ on hunting pirates. It wasn’t the most glamorous job-- but a job’s a job. (done)

Though, he was told to go to the Noblewomen herself for payment. He wondered on that, though it could of simply been her means to gain something she saw as valuble. And thinking on it, it was a good move on her part. Karcia was aware of his exploits and was going to try and make a fair impression for his services. And sure, while he could take the bounties at the bar?

Karcia was clear that only the Navy had any real idea where the Pirates were. Which possibly made sense. There was only the ocean out there, and the Navy were the only ones sailing them near 24/7 to keep the Republic safe from attacks. (end)

Snorting, Dejen turn as he motioned a hand for Debt and Myun to follow him, both were quick to follow as when they walk out of the inn and started to make their way to the Navy headquarters, Dejen glance at his surroundings. Most of the coastal area as it was different from what he was used to. Seeing mostly ships, peers and other things like the sea air.

Sneezing abit from the air, Dejen muse a bit as they kept walking, he muse over and asked. “Say, once we’re done doing some bounty work, did you guys want to explore the Tidelands? I’m sure there’s probably something new in this place.”

Debt snort and told. “Unless you stay on the ship, I wouldn’t mind. We are in an unknown place, Clan head. It is best if we keep close, even if this place seem ‘safe’.” (done)

Mynu gave a solid nod. “We don’t know what the area is like. It might seem nice, but doesn't mean it is. Or that we won’t get in trouble for something we didn’t know about.” Which she had a point to the latter. Some of the rules in the Isles were a shocker to hear. And going to the Holds again showed how the laws and rules could easily get them in trouble-- or killed --if not followed. (end)

Debt gave a nod to this as he emphasis to Dejen. “It is best if we stick close, or those of clan stick close. Until we know the land better, best to be on guard on everything.” Dejen nod a bit as he thought. He let out a sigh as he remark.

“I wonder how they feel about poker.” it was something Debt couldn’t help but snort as the gnoll told.

“There’s always gambling, no matter where you go, Clan head.” the gnoll however added. “But we need to focus on the bounties first, as that will be our biggest income while we are here.” (done)

And to that, Dejen gave a slight nod mentally and worked over the bounty in hand. While part of him wasn’t sure if he wanted to go wandering about to get pirates? The potential pay from it could be what they needed to help with a few coasts. Still, the Tidelands didn’t seem to be in great need of him or his focus. And with delivery done? It would be best to possibly just head back to the mainland and deal with all those summoning rituals that the Demon Lord is no doubt having his allies and followers activate.

He sure did hope the Twins were doing alright. Even if they were littoral Gods on earth at the moment? It was clear that they still didn’t have a full grasp of their powers. It was possibly a good thing they were fighting demons on their own mostly. What would they have done to his ship if they had godly power and no proper control over it?

He already had the answer honestly. Karth had to melt down the warped and bent steel floor that he and Bakari made during their little ‘power struggle’ over a simple hug of all things! His ship was not ‘god proof’ against any accidental damage.

After he delt with the Pirates and got his pay? Dejen figured to just head back to the holds. The job shouldn’t take more than a few days.

Four days was what it took, and now Dejen was on his way back with Debt and Myun by his sides to the Noble. Eager to get his pay and get going back to the mainland. Really, the pirates were easy to find-- if not a pain to chase. But after blasting the aft and getting a fast surender from the small interceptor ship and dragging it to the city for the local authorities to deal with? Well, the job was simple, if not drawn out from the crafty pirates. (End)

And while the pay help? Its chump money. thought Dejen as he muse over. I got to get a better pay, or at least a better means of getting cash for the ship. thinking over as he considered stealing the slavers and people who were performing the rituals, maybe steal from places. Granted it may not give much-- but it was better than nothing. Plus, he would need to move the slaves to a safe location, or freed to give to the hold guard or something while he keeps moving to do his end with dealing with the rituals.

Hopefully the noble won’t try making any moves as to force him to stay here, since he really didn’t have any desire to haggle or play business with her, not with the stakes he was seeing being played right now with demons popping up. (done)

Dealing with a potential apocalypse was the top thing on his list. Or at least slowing it down, maybe putting it on hold for the Demon lord Haulani. And while dejen began to wonder how to go about finding those locations and maybe what pirates or slavers to hunt down to get his information? He and his two ‘bodyguards’ continued down the streets. To the fenced off mansion, to it’s door and eventually knocked. The butler gnoll soon meets them and leads them to the noblewoman once more.

When she saw them, she asked, “I take it you’ve completed the job I had asked about?” eyes flicking back down to her desk to finish up another document. “You don’t know how much this means to the Republic. Even more the lower class that need the meals to keep saitted.” (end)

“Of course Karcia,” started Dejen as he told. “However this is where my aid ends,” going on to tell. “As much as pirate hunting give me funds? I have prior commitment with the mainland, and it’s time my Clan and I return back to handle business there.” (Done)

“Oh.” Spoke the women in surprise and looked up from her work. “Well, I see. I’m going to assume it’s something very important.” And seemed to think on it before telling, “Bruticus, go fetch them their bounty money.” Getting a nod from the gnoll as he wandered off to do his task.

As she sat and looked the three over, Karcia asked, “could I ask you one last thing before you leave?” and took a moment to open a drawer and search around. “Given your reputation and where you have been, perhaps you can aid me with it. As it too is very important to me.” (End)

“Well Karcia,” started Dejen with a raise of a brow. “What exactly are you asking for and what exactly is this ‘aid’ you want me to fill out?” Figuring to hear out the snake lady before he reject the offer. Or at least figure what sort of task he would have to do. (Done)

Seeming to finally locate what she was searching for after a bit more ruffling, Karcia lifted out a paper and placed it on the desk. Dejen took a moment to walk up and take it, looking over the flier that was for a missing person. He almost had to make a face at it, being some deer or rather a doe.

“That is my adopted daughter, Eydis.” Spoke up the noble, getting Dejen’s attention. “She’s been missing for almost two years now. That fliers a year old and most have dropped her case entirely. Mostly because her kidnapper had taken her off the island and towards the mainland. Someplace that they have no ‘legal power’ at, and is simply too big to investigate.” And pushed on. “I’m willing to pay you 150 thousand gold, for her safe return.” (end)

Debt raise a brow under his helmet as Dejen look over the paper as the Striped remarked. “150 thousand gold is alot of money…” glancing up to the snake woman as he asked. “Any info on who exactly kidnapped her, or at the very least if it was a pirate group or some other third member party?” (done)

Taking a moment to shuffle around in the dwar again, Karcia told, “I have reason to believe that the kidnapper doesn't have her anymore. Only because what little I do hear from the mainland tells me they travel alone.” And got out some old torn wanted poster. And after taking that up, Dejen found a bounty price of 2300 gold. But from it’s state, and not having seen it? He can only assume the bounty itself was dropped.

“We don’t know her name.” Told the Noble, “simply that she is some form of chimera and a very dangerous one at that. As far as investigators could tell, she took my daughter and hopped on the nearest ship leaving for the mainland. Since then? We’ve lost track of them. At this point my daughter could be dead, or sold off. I don’t know her fate, but I want to know. Or at least have whatever remains sent back home where she belongs.” (end)

Glancing from the bounty poster to the noble, Dejen asked out of curiosity. “And what makes you think I could be able to do it, Karcia?” (done)

Hands settling on her desk, Karcia said, “reputation, Dejen. I’ve heard of your exploits. Even if they are sketchy. But the mere fact that you are regarded in slight fear in Arabia by some Changeling hunter accounts, while also being an acclaimed asset/hero to the Holds for ridding them of Maltar?” She slightly smirked, “well, I have reason to believe you can track down my daughter where everyone else has failed. You’ve done the impossible by finding the Pirate King Maltar as is.” (End)

Pocketing the poster into his robe as the Striped grin as he said. “Well, it would be something that could happen.” going on to tell. “I’ll see about finding Eydis, although it will take time. As I mentioned before of priore commitments.” (done)

“Just do what you can.” Told the noble, “I’ve waited two years to see my daughter. If I have to wait more, then I will simply have to keep waiting.” Breathing out to go on, “just do what you can. I will be here and if you find her? That 150k worth of gold is yours. No questions asked.” (End)

“Done deal,” told Dejen as he grin. “I’ll be sure to keep a eye out.” waiting for Bruticus to come for with his bounty money as the Striped added. “Until then, Noble Karcia.” (done)

She gave a simple bow of her head, and once the large butler gave the gold, the group was off. Heading out and through the door before making for the ship.

All the while they were quiet, Muyn being the first to say, “finding someone that’s been missing for two years sounds like a stretch.” And soon made a face. “Why would she still be looking after two years with no idea where the girl is?” (End)

“Either this Eydis means that much to her,” said Dejen as he told with a frown. “Or Karcia withhold some info about the doe.”

“It is uncertain as of now,” spoke Debt as the gnoll said. “We have no leads, or means of tracking this Eydis. The best we may do is simply keep our ears open,” he however said. “But if we seek the kidnapper? We might find the cold trace of the doe.”

Dejen thought back as he remarked. “That chimera bounty seem familiar...I swore I saw something like that in the holds before we left in the eastern part to here.” (done)

Myun held a hand out, and Dejen decided to get the old bounty out and give it. The dog had to hold it further away from her face, just to get a proper look at it. After a bit, she said, “I recognize it.” And handed it back telling, “I remember seeing that chimera in a few bars in a couple cities we’d visit. Don’t know what the price is now, but the range is either 400 silver, or 1000 gold. Crime mostly involve missing people at the very most.” (End)

Scratching his head a bit as they kept walking, Dejen told. “Then we’ll just need to keep a eye out for this chimera while we’re in the holds.” knowing that the rituals take more priority for now. (done)

Myun soon said, “southern east.” Getting a glance as she explained, “That’s where most of the bounties are.” (end)

Dejen nod as he said. “We’ll stop by the southern east, we still got to search around for the whole demon rituals that are going on.” Letting out a sigh as he added. “Let just hope my luck hasn’t dry out at this point, we got a lot of work to do to avoid the demon apoycholosis.” (done)

Both gave nods and accepted that was indeed, a very important issue that had to be delt with. Missing nobility could wait until the more pressing ‘world ending issue’ was done and over with. Though as they turned towards the road leading to port, they found themselves going around a large amount of carriages and carts.

They almost had to give looks at them all, and were going to just wave them all off. But it seemed the day was full of surprises. “Well well, what a pleasant surprise.” They didn’t recognize the voice at first. And all three turned to the passing caravan of carts and carriages. Having stopped was someone Dejen did not plan to see.

The smartly dressed cat himself, only gave a smile. “So the infamous Gambler has stretched his hand over the table, I see.” Semor giving a slight nod of his head, “surprising to find you this far out, tell me, what brings you here?” Wandering to the group. “Not some gigantic archaic machine I hope not? The world has enough troubles as it is.” (end)

“Not this time Semor,” said Dejen as he kept his guard up, mostly with how tricky the cat could be as he went on. “And I was merely finishing up business here in the Tidelands for the time being. There isn’t much need for me to keep around here.” (done)

“Quite the capitalist then, to make such a long trip overseas.” Semore seemed to smile. “Nevertheless, since you are on your way out, I shouldn’t keep you. I am a busy cat myself.” Both turning away from the other. “Oh… before I forget.” Making each pause and turn back to the cat.

He took a moment to get into a bag, getting out some letter and soon held it out. Dejen had to eye the small envelope, while Semore told, “I happen to have a little something for you.” and smiled, “call it a future investment. On behalf of… well, everyone to be involved. You may find it quite useful in your endeavors.” (End)

“Thank you Semor,” said Dejen politely, taking the letter to pocket in his robe as he added. “And have a good day, Semor.” (done)

The cat gave a tip of his hat and turned, strolling along with his caravan once more. And it left them to wonder what sort of business the cat held here… though from what they knew? It had to do something with historic pieces or ancient artifacts. It was hard to tell which, but something here had the nobles interest and that could be both good or bad. It was hard to tell.

But, not wanting to be close to whatever trouble may come, Dejen and the two walked on. Myun being the first to say, “that was Semor then?” Making a slight face that broke her normal blandess. “He seemed…” (End)

“Pleasant?” said Dejen as he told. “He seemed nice at first, but I don’t trust him much. First thing when I get on the ship is have Karth scan this, to make sure it's not full of any magic crap.” Not wanting to read the thing and possibly get hit by some magic voodoo as the gnoll remarked.

“But you are going to read it?”

“Well, of course I am.” answer Dejen as he told on. “I may not trust the cat, but if it is useful, I might as well check it out.”