At last, someone with red hair, thought Nicolai. Hopefully linked to the Vorloi’s murder.
Feldard tried hard to keep from smirking at hearing that Akarios was a red haired. After getting directions to the Inn from the Harbour Master, he nods to the man. “I’ll pass on the message.”
“I suggest we make our way to this Salty Sea Dog, and look for this Akarios,” said Nicolai.
Maruc agreed and headed for the pub with the others falling in line.
The elf shivered slightly, wondering if Akarios was one of the pairs of eyes she could feel watching her. Still, enough incidents with the Veils, and eventually one of them would let slip a clue. The thought that she mightn’t survive too many more incidents never crossed her mind.
Making their way towards the Salty Sea Dog, they once again noticed the level of unrest growing in the streets. Guardsmen were running toward the market area. Apparently, they were trying to prevent a new riot from breaking out. Just to be safe, the group began to loosen the binding on their weapons.
The sounds of shouting and screaming faded, the scene of pandemonium behind. The streets became deserted of all sensible people.
Suddenly a crossbow bolt flashed past. A hooded man was standing on a side street and was furiously cranking his crossbow for another shot.