“Time to pay a visit to Akarios then. At the docks you say? Good fortune master Aristo.” Miklos turned on his heel. “Lets go then. its our best lead before we tackle Zweis.”
Miklos lead the way to the docks. Maruc opened and closed his mouth, shrugged his shoulders and followed the the young Mage’s wake. “No time like the present then.” Feldard grumbled slightly—he still hadn’t gotten the wine he wanted. But he too along with Nicolai and Saeth followed along.
Making their way towards the docks, they felt a new atmosphere of unrest growing in the streets. As they neared the harbor, Saeth and Nicolai, the most aware of their surroundings, had the strange feeling that they were being watched.
Once at the port, they sought out the Harbour Master. As Feldard approached, Nicolai and Saeth stood behind and scanned the area for potential trouble. “Good day, sir. I was wondering if you could help me? Would Akarios be working today? I’ve been charged with passing on an important message to him” True enough, the dwarf certainly had a message to pass onto the man. “I was told he works here at the docks. Would you be able to point him out to me?”
“Akarios? Haven’t seen him for a few days now. Mighty strange him not showing up for work, this being busy season and all. Heard he likes to spend time down at the Salty Sea Dog. If you see him tell him to get his red-haired arse back to work.”