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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 Strait. But the Maiden got halted at Oban's Sea Wall, one Griffin Rider, then two, then a whole flock of them hovering about the ship or having landed on it. The Riders had a heated discussion with the captain—something about papers or tolls, Reven didn't know, and so far as his own personal fortune went, it didn't matter. Just that something was wrong, and the captain was ordered to dock in Oban as the fiasco was sorted. And, judging by the captain's grumbling and surly demeanor, the Whimsy Maiden wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon.
Well son of a bitch.
So Reven took to a stroll about the crown city of Dalraida, Oban, having a look for himself on these parts unknown while he figured out what he wanted to do next: stay and wait, or head off on his lonesome. Like with Vel Anir and Elbion, he'd never really been here before—Liadain for the most part was a mystery to him. Nice place, even down in the lowest tier of the city, though he'd still prefer a bedroll and a campfire in some nook of a forest. With what coin he had Reven got some lunch, some drink, and went on. He perused several shops, looking at their gear, but didn't buy anything; buying things, trade, barter, these things didn't very much occur naturally to him. He wandered on.
Now the two important things. First, he'd chanced across a couple other foreigners to Oban, and, with what kinship came with being strangers in a strange land, he walked and talked with them. Second...he had yet to notice that he and the foreigners were being followed.
But they would soon find out.
It happened as Reven and the foreigners were walking along a particularly narrow sidestreet. Nobody else was really around, doors and windows were scarce, and the sounds of the city all seemed a touch muted and distant, as though Oban were just on the other side of a wall. The sidestreet curved and ascended in a gentle curve. Clear skies and sunshine overhead, but the shade of the sidestreet kept all cool and a bit obscure.
She rushed upon Reven and the foreigners from behind, taking Reven by the hand and jerking him slightly toward an offshoot alley of the sidestreet—she at least made him face that way. She instantly fell to her knees, this woman, this secret follower, and clutched Reven's hand tightly with both of hers. Confusion and surprise stilled him, and he glanced at his fellows. The woman as well had a small child with her, a boy, only aged enough to walk, and he stood by his mother and looked up to Reven and the foreigners with that certain childlike mix of wonder and trepidation.
And the woman, bowing her hand, said to them, in hushed tones and in haste, "Please! You are foreigners, are you not? Will you help me? I beg you!"
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