5 Frost 122
Early Evening
Low City Commons
The tavern was not a fancy one but it was a decent one. The faces that were seen within it were familiar ones. It was one of those places that the same people went to, people who made a habit of finding the joy in normalcy. Common men and women, all who worked hard and did their part to support their local communities. Bar brawls were common enough among the more boisterous frequenters but it was never anything so rowdy that the Sky Guard needed to be called. Just tumble between comrades.
So it was that when Isolde entered the tavern, nobody thought twice. A few patrons raised their glasses to her, recognizing her face and certainly some of them recognized other parts of her.
“Here for your usual business, eh?” A thin human man smiled at her from behind the bar. He nodded to the staircase leading up to the second floor.
“Take any room you like.” Once taken, there was a room waiting for her. Inside that room was a man who was reclining in a chair with his boots propped up on the surface of a small table. His features were mostly obscured by a hood but Isolde would recognize his form easily enough. He was smoking a pipe while staring at a candle flame. Once she was inside, he waited for her to close the door. He waited for her to get seated before he took out a single small lorestone crystal. He passed it to her.
“Mine worker. Lives in the Low City. He made a deal with the Myriad and has been late on his payments. Now, he’s trying to flee the country. Word has it that he has arranged for passage on a caravan south toward Zaichaer. Set to leave tonight by midnight. Details are in the lorestone.” Her father took a draw in from his pipe.
“Make sure he doesn’t make it.” This was the standard process. Information as well as visuals for the target would be accessible in the lorestone crystal. All Isolde had to do was concentrate and tap into the energies of the crystal in order to perceive them. It was expected that once she had either memorized her mark or secured the job, she would destroy it completely.
Early Evening
Low City Commons
The tavern was not a fancy one but it was a decent one. The faces that were seen within it were familiar ones. It was one of those places that the same people went to, people who made a habit of finding the joy in normalcy. Common men and women, all who worked hard and did their part to support their local communities. Bar brawls were common enough among the more boisterous frequenters but it was never anything so rowdy that the Sky Guard needed to be called. Just tumble between comrades.
So it was that when Isolde entered the tavern, nobody thought twice. A few patrons raised their glasses to her, recognizing her face and certainly some of them recognized other parts of her.
“Here for your usual business, eh?” A thin human man smiled at her from behind the bar. He nodded to the staircase leading up to the second floor.
“Take any room you like.” Once taken, there was a room waiting for her. Inside that room was a man who was reclining in a chair with his boots propped up on the surface of a small table. His features were mostly obscured by a hood but Isolde would recognize his form easily enough. He was smoking a pipe while staring at a candle flame. Once she was inside, he waited for her to close the door. He waited for her to get seated before he took out a single small lorestone crystal. He passed it to her.
“Mine worker. Lives in the Low City. He made a deal with the Myriad and has been late on his payments. Now, he’s trying to flee the country. Word has it that he has arranged for passage on a caravan south toward Zaichaer. Set to leave tonight by midnight. Details are in the lorestone.” Her father took a draw in from his pipe.
“Make sure he doesn’t make it.” This was the standard process. Information as well as visuals for the target would be accessible in the lorestone crystal. All Isolde had to do was concentrate and tap into the energies of the crystal in order to perceive them. It was expected that once she had either memorized her mark or secured the job, she would destroy it completely.
