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Re: Gangs of Havenport (Tassadar) GMed by Takimaru
The jingle of coin caught the boy's ear. His eyes followed the prize that was promised to him, and that was just enough for Isolda to keep him distracted. "...Oh. T-That's..." He turned a little pale when the original owner of the head in the box he was carrying was referred to as a 'friend', and suddenly began to look all too lost and frightened once again. "It's all they told m-me," he stammered quickly, his gaze on the bag growing more desperate, perhaps in the hopes that Isolda would finally give it to him so that he could be on his way, hopefully unscathed.
"The rest of it is here," said Nottis, frowning as he drew a note from within the box. It was covered in a sheen of saliva, likely from having been inserted in Oribel's mouth.
"N... Nottis...! Hahh, hahh... I... hurried over here as fast as I could." The tan-skinned messenger's face was covered in sweat. He looked with widened eyes upon the motley crew of Voidic beings, although it was difficult to tell whether it was their imposing presence or the shock of the news he was yet to deliver. "Knights from Elynsor are in the city! They have made a display of your associate's body in the city square. It is... hauhhh... causing quite the commotion."
"I will be sure to repay that tenfold," Nottis spat back. "Where are they now?"
"Last I checked they were still within quick walking distance of the square, at one of our establishments there. I do not think they know it is associated with the Hepta."
"Good. Expect us soon."
"Should I... place a bounty on them? We can poison their drinks."
Nottis shook his head. "No. Such a death would be too merciful for them. But I would like for them to be kept there."
The jingle of coin caught the boy's ear. His eyes followed the prize that was promised to him, and that was just enough for Isolda to keep him distracted. "...Oh. T-That's..." He turned a little pale when the original owner of the head in the box he was carrying was referred to as a 'friend', and suddenly began to look all too lost and frightened once again. "It's all they told m-me," he stammered quickly, his gaze on the bag growing more desperate, perhaps in the hopes that Isolda would finally give it to him so that he could be on his way, hopefully unscathed.
"The rest of it is here," said Nottis, frowning as he drew a note from within the box. It was covered in a sheen of saliva, likely from having been inserted in Oribel's mouth.
"Perhaps I was foolish to think that even here, we could establish a place for us. Elynsor... damn that entire country," muttered Nottis. "But these knights have come to the wrong city," he continued, looking up and squinting his eyes as a Deunic man could be seen hurrying across the pier and down towards the warehouse. The leader of the Hepta seemed to recognize him, as he didn't look particularly alarmed at the arrival. "As they will soon find out."There is no home for Voidics but the Void. This city will not be your sanctuary. By His name we will cleanse you from this plane. Meet us in the square so that the citizens of Havenport may look upon the rest of your abominable forms.
The Order of Saint Thrail, 4th Squadron
"N... Nottis...! Hahh, hahh... I... hurried over here as fast as I could." The tan-skinned messenger's face was covered in sweat. He looked with widened eyes upon the motley crew of Voidic beings, although it was difficult to tell whether it was their imposing presence or the shock of the news he was yet to deliver. "Knights from Elynsor are in the city! They have made a display of your associate's body in the city square. It is... hauhhh... causing quite the commotion."
"I will be sure to repay that tenfold," Nottis spat back. "Where are they now?"
"Last I checked they were still within quick walking distance of the square, at one of our establishments there. I do not think they know it is associated with the Hepta."
"Good. Expect us soon."
"Should I... place a bounty on them? We can poison their drinks."
Nottis shook his head. "No. Such a death would be too merciful for them. But I would like for them to be kept there."