Legend of Ransera

Myles Smiled thinly, while unable to entirely stifle his mild disappointment at Florian's inability to help him Myles wouldn't allow such thoughts to spoil otherwise enjoyable company. No between gaining a lead on something he'd been concerned about he'd gotten to speak to a delightfully rare Lysanrin soldier, a relatively unguarded one at that.

“Don't think on it too much, i've had far worse company on most of my... investigations. That said if you ever do hear anything of note I'd go so far as to compensate you for any leads.”

Yawning Myles watched as the group he'd been staking out slowly began to filter out of the tavern. Deciding against pursuing them content to have memorized their faces Myles waited on Florian to finish their meal as he pondered what he would put into his report for the evening. “Thank you for the company, Albrecht. I hope that fortune smiles on you in these dark times, if you and your crew are capable of defending against fire mages I think it's likely that our paths may cross again, If i'm not mistaken, I know your commander Angevin, though he was hardly that when I met him. If he's the very same that is.” If it was Myles neck had been saved by the warders intervention once upon a time. He was glad to know that the man had increased in rank since their last meeting as well, he would seek Eitan Angevin out in the near future he resolved. Standing Myles placed a small pile of coins, far more than It would take to pay the meal, to the tune of five gold coins of profit to the Lysanrin after they payed for the meal. “I must be off, forgive my haste, but i've dallied as long as I can this eve.” Striding out of the tavern Myles pondered the leads he'd gained from his snooping and hoped he'd be able to connect the dots before his suspicions were confirmed.