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Reven watched Kaelan with quite the mixed assembly of expressions: first an irritated impatience, then a festering confusion, on to a subtle sheen of reflection, and then back to impatience, though with far less of the irritation. In Kaelan he saw some of that Gildan priest, and in so thinking...

When the pendant was presented, Reven narrowed his brow, and then, but a moment later, grinned. Nico—what a slyboots. He had Reven going with that bluff too. Man had a point though, the blood sold it. Well, that and Nico's stone cold confidence in the whole ruse. I should tell you, I am hardly...

Reven grimaced in disgust, and stood up and off of Pomrick once the crying began, as though to keep in contact with him might carry the cost of some debilitating affliction. "Ugh, for fuck's sake." How in the hell was this man going to be salvageable for this mission? Reven hadn't the faintest...

Reven was about as wary of the magic as the woman herself. Even something as small as the little blood trick Nico did—magic more often than not was bad news for folk who didn't have it. But despite his bias, he watched on. The woman, recovering from her flinch and the stinging pain of her cut...

Even just in the short time Reven had made Nico's acquaintance, walking and talking, he gathered quickly that the man had some sharp wits. And this here proved it once more, figuring the woman to be an accomplice for some muscle lurking elsewhere. "Yeah. I oughta know," said Reven—once upon a...

And now they gathered again, Ernesta and her companions, Reven along with Jungen, and their planning continued. "Tell her what you told me," Reven said to Jungen. "Right, right. Give me but a moment or so, and I can devise a blinding concoction. Now, I'm no alchemist, but as a courier I can...

Reven caught Kaelan's glance, then sliced his gaze back down to Pomrick. Damn right on all counts. And also... "Now there's a fine question: why are you here, Pomrick? Better tell the truth now. And cut it out with that stutterin shit. Talk like a man, if you are one." Kaelan Pomrick...

Reven liked this elf Kaelan. Simple and straight to the point. Pomrick, on the other hand...he just didn't fuckin' belong. He needed to be cooped up in some dusty old room, copying down books or something, menial work. And as Pomrick stuttered and stammered his way into an introduction, Reven...

Robert made to fetch a sack, crouch-walking with his hands hovering just above his head, fretting all the while—these patrons tonight were actually going to resist! Lorick would have his hide! Then came Ernesta's question, and Robert flinched as he from the corner of his eye saw her looking at...

OBAN, THE LOW TIER Reven didn't come to Oban for any manner of quest or mission, but, nevertheless, one found him. He was just supposed to pass through. He had hopped aboard a trading vessel, the Whimsy Maiden, from Elbion, bound to Alliria after a few coastal stops along the Gulf and the...

Reven made a not-so-subtle show of glancing Pomrick's way once the illustration was in his hands. He noted his face. Eyes. Mouth. Without a spoken word he looked to the orderly once the illustration was presented to him. He only spent a moment or two looking it over. "Those are some ugly...

Mine what? Ah, well, nevermind, that was a no on the ranged weaponry. But Ernesta and her fellows were infantry, as she said, and that at least was a high cut above the few other Rest patrons. "I guess you can well say I know my way round this sorta thing." From the other side—this marked the...

A round of requests for an illustration of the creatures in question, and Gilcrest, after turning and glancing over the contents of his desk, perhaps expecting one to be there, shouted for an orderly. An orderly arrived dutifully at the door, Gilcrest relayed the request, and the orderly briskly...

Gilcrest let Kaelan have the moment with Pomrick. A small beat passed after the latter's truncated reply, and then Gilcrest said (mostly to Kaelan, but with extension to Reven and Pomrick too), "And that's a better prospect than the Noct Yaegir—they've got some...code, or some such. I'm not...