“Well met my friends. I have made contact with my church, however they cannot aid us with further information, but I’m sure they will aid us as far as their capacity allows. They do not control much influence within the city but I suspect that after these events have played out they will. Thank you for waiting for me, have you seen anything of out Master Aristo?”
“You look better Maruc, I see the fresh air has done you well. I would guess that you found your church then? Good. We have been awaiting your esteemed presence, were you successful in locating and priest of sufficient seniority to divine thoughts from Aristo?” Miklos added.
“Sadly no, we will have to us the old fashioned method. Perhaps Nicolai would be the most persuasive. I am inhibited by ethics.” Maruc winked at Nicolai.
“In answer to your other question we have keep an eye on him but have yet to see anything suspicious. Now you are here I think it’s time to invite our merchant for a discussion. Naturally he may be intirely innocent and doubtless he fervently play this card claiming he’d never seen any of the ‘Veiled before,” Miklos added.
Feldard greets the priest with a nod, glad that the watching and waiting is over–he’s one for action not spying on folk. “Yes, well.. let us go speak with the man. I’m parched with watching his wares. Nicolai, the questioning will be left to you.”
Saeth nodded to herself. It was good to be done waiting. She stepped after the dwarf–if Nicholai wasn’t prepared to do what need to be done to the merchant, she imagined she could, given what he’d done… Lesser enemies in Darokin had a way of coming back again and again, and Specularum hardly seemed any more pure.
Feldard lead the way towards the merchant’s booth. “Good afternoon, sir. What have you to quench a dwarfs thirst on such a day?”
“Ah… Let me see.” Aristo dug around through his booth for a few moments. “Here we go, perhaps Marilinev Red. The duke himself has been known to keep a few bottles on hand. And here I have a fine port imported from Darokin.”