The elf’s eyes went up at Torensu’s words. At least that left no–or little, at least–ambiguity in the contents of the ‘package’. That was comforting in a way, although it suggested a more volatile cargo than she’d imagined.
Completing a final scan, she slid over to Miklos’ side, and spoke in hushed tones. “Is this a name you’ve heard before, and does he look a Toranescu? And why this level of secrecy, has he been exiled from the city, or any particular enemies?” Saeth didn’t really suppose it mattered–one faction’s gold seemed the equal to any others, nor did any one faction seem markedly better than any other–but it was always good to know who you chose as possible enemies.
Still fidgeting with his axe handle, Feldard was somewhat puzzled when the deckhand didn’t return with a package but another human. “What tomfoolery was this?,” he grumped to himself and looked towards Miklos with a questioning shrug. “What do you make of this?”
After Saeth, Maruc, Miklos and Feldard held some quiet discussion amongst themselves, the group agreed to escort the man. Feldard frowned and turned to eye the human, Simion. “We’ll get you there in one piece. Now let us move. You got a cloak or something to cover yerself? Might make ye blend better…”
“I’m quite sure that won’t be necessary at this time of night, provided we move with haste,” said Simion as he followed his newly appointed bodyguards.
As the group makes their way down the pier, a group of 10 ragged looking men approaching the dock. The men carry swords and clubs but do not raise them. Despite their weaponry, they do not appear to be hostile.