War of Dark Ages: A Unicorn's Journey

Gazing at Commander Kail and Riley walking by arguing with each other, ponders a thought how this can go either way with them. They can turn on her and destroy her or they can work with her. The impression Commander Kail gave was he would rather protect and find the truth than cause harm might work in her favor. As long as she doesn’t kill these creatures around here.

Down the lane to the right, a few soldiers stand guarding the alley and conversing with a few people. It seems they can’t see or sense her presence while they give instructions to the citizens. Her gaze descends on a one-story brick building ahead and steps a bit closer to an open window. A Clang, clang, Clang, BANG! and suddenly it becomes very quiet. She peers through the window and a man small in stature takes a metal frame from his eyes.

The Dwarf sighs and continues looking down on his work. “Brooks, my boy. Get your darn arse over here!” He looks up at a larger man who suddenly appears beside him.

Brooks wipes his hands on the apron. “I’m here pops, what do you need?”

“Damn orders, look at what they want me to do! You’d figure I’d have prancy little hands made to play the piano.” The Dwarf grumbles and spreads out his hands dancing around the room while playing the piano in midair. He stops short, and gives a snort. “I’m a blacksmith, not some damn carpenter you can hire for your petty things! I’ll be sure to make sure they pay triple the price they are demanding, or I’ll destroy these damn things!”

Brooks laughs at his father, shaking his head, and looks down on his father’s work.

“Hey, Gringel! We need to talk to you about an order!” a voice sounds in another room.

Gringel sighs, “Nastrond’s Hell. I don’t want to deal with Durdley’s subordinates right now.”

“Let me take care of them.” Brooks leaves the room.

As the silver-haired creature walks away from the window becomes very curious about Durdley’s subordinates and glances into the closed window a bit further down. Various weapons and armor standing in racks stretch across the room with a sign above the counter in the back catching her attention, “Gringel’s Armor and Weapons”. At the counter, Brooks is in a heated argument with a few people. She is unable to hear them.

The shop on the other side of the lane catches her attention as a large sign beside the doorway displays, “Potions and Alchemies and More.” Walking forward to the threshold, holds her hand to her nose as a very nauseating and disgusting smell floats past her. It smells of a combination of ash, rust, and vomit. She gazes around the shop and it is coming from the right with small potions on the counter. Making an incredible exit, turns around and hurries through a couple of people stepping inside. With a final glance at the potions, she decides to never go back inside.

Further down the lane is a path moving forward and another curving right. To the right are a lot of people standing and talking to each other. The straight path doesn’t have that many creatures around and decides, for now, that this is the better option.

Just a little bit further down, a building on the right stands two stories tall with a sign above the door displaying, “Registration Office.” Having no idea what that means and the door is closed, the silver-haired creature continues down to the next building. Beside it is a smaller building with a sign above, “Market Guild.” Through the windows, people are running back and forth with documents in their hands. A frown rests on her face as finding out answers might be a challenge.

“For the Love of, Get the Hell out of my Market! I’ve told that Durdley boss of your’s a million times! I ain’t selling!” An older man yells at a couple of people standing beside a few stalls on the other side. He stands five feet six inches tall with gray eyes, grey hair, and a slender build for being a human.

“Com’ on old timer, ya need ta sell. It’a be good for ta town!” One of the subordinates remarks.

The older man picks up a paddle on the counter and swings in their direction. “Don’t you come into my establishment if you can’t even speak a damn word!”

The two people inside the market run out to the lane and disappear down the path to the north.

The older man puts the paddle on the counter and swears.

Reading the sign standing outside is the Market Food of Runbay. There are no windows inside this place and all different types of meat are displayed on the shelves. A walkway to the other side displays vegetables and herbs. A thought pierces her mind, “How much does this Durdley person do around here? What does it mean when he wants to buy the establishments?”

A smaller stone building rests beside this one and their shelves are empty with nothing inside. A woman walking to the other side catches her attention as the woman pauses clutching her bag and trembling as if she is afraid. The woman stops before a peculiar-shaped building with a pointy marble roof and two large pillars outside. Wearing robes, a man walks out to the woman with his hand outstretched. The woman swallows hard, handing him an envelope, and walks away hastily. Edgings below the roof display, “Temple of Dierie.”

“Did this temple scare her away or was it the person who took that item from her?” The silver-haired creature ponders.

To the south is a gate nearby and there are no more shops down this lane. A bluish-green light catches her attention as the gate magically appears. The silver-haired creature walks forward towards it, noticing strange tall towers up above on each side. To the left, guards move in and out of a small building with a sign above, “South Gate Barracks.” A horse pulling a carriage with cargo inside moves forward to the gate and stops by the guards. Two men in the carriage hand a couple of documents over to the guard. After the guard reads the documents, hands them back and raises his hand, “Let them pass.”

The gems beside the gate glow a bright green and the gate disappears as the horse-drawn carriage passes through. It stops glowing and the gate reappears.

She folds her arms across her chest and walks down the lane towards the alley as more thoughts reach her mind, “It is strange for gems to give off a feeling like that. But for some reason, those gems don’t give off the evil presence from the War of Dark Ages. Instead, it was as if the element was not being harmed at all when it was used. How is this possible?”

Down the lane past the alley are no shops but small houses stacked upon each other. A couple exits the building on the other side screaming at each other, catching her off guard and looking in their direction with both eyebrows raised.

“I cannot believe they did this! Of all the days to ensure that the celebration goes well, more soldiers are coming down from the capital. Just exactly what we need! More idiots to arrive!” the female screams. Pointed ears reside on her, with tan skin while the rest looks human. With her ability to determine what creatures they are, this one is called a Ladactorian.

Her partner is a tall Lyceruriam with a large blue fluffy tail and ears while the rest of him looks human. He motions towards her with his hands pleading earnestly, “Please Darling, I know you are upset as am I. Sometimes there are things that happen that are beyond our control. We are just getting ready to go shopping as well. Please do not make another scene.” He bows his head before her and clasps both hands together begging to be forgiven.

As the woman’s arms cross in front of her with an angry expression, her pointy ears twitch. “Oh Fine,” She throws up both hands in the air. “It’s not like I can do anything anyways, but I swear if that creature starts anything in the living residence area, I will beat the living tar out of her!” After that remark, the woman turns around and storms off in the direction to the north with her partner following right behind her placing his arm around her shoulders.

Hearing that from these creatures gives her an even greater displeasure of dealing with them. But if she is to find out the truth of what has happened since her time and the darkness around this area, might possibly have to mingle with them. A look of displeasure spreads across her face and continues north.

Further down the lane, the building on the other side is three stories high, with pillars on each corner with a huge door at the entrance. The sign above the door displays, “Housing District Office.” Not understanding what that means, turns and walks away.

Up ahead is a large crowd of people standing around this large two-story building. A few guards are mixed inside the crowd trying to escort people away. Suddenly, a loud noise comes from inside and the commotion outside grows. Not eager to get involved with a lot of people, turns left and heads down the path passing more stacked houses.

The silver-haired creature comes to an abrupt halt as the most unusual person walking this way in a dress that looks very peculiar. On the top of her head resides a small bellflower hanging down past her ears with her hair tucked inside her hat. Two more bellflowers hang from her shoulders with a low-neckline material connecting them. Below that it falls to her waist with another bellflower hanging down to the floor.

“How in the world do creatures come up with these outfits? Is that an upside-down cluster of bellflowers?” Pondering these questions, she tilts her head as this person strides past her with a form incredibly ungraceful as the dress makes an awful swoosh sound back and forth. Another person is trailing behind her wearing a tailor’s uniform. The man seems to have a hard time keeping up with her.

At the same time, the woman halts in front of the large group and points to them. Her shrilly voice echoes down the path, “Clear a path to the Dryians Solace Tavern. At once, Henry!”

“Yes, Madame Fortun!” Henry replies. He moves forward and relays the order for people to step aside and make way for Madam Fortun. People move to the side as a clear path stands before her and the tavern.

Gazing at them, wonders how much presence this person Madam Fortun has in this town. But because of how crowded the tavern is, decides to proceed down to the next building. It is a small store with a large stand outside the doorway. “Magical Items”, and below it reads, “Please be sure to wear full clothing and shoes upon entry.”

“I need to wear full clothing and shoes to enter some buildings?” Her gaze rests inside as a couple of people enter the store. They are dressed in pants with straps and a top. One is female while the other is male. As they walk up to the counter, the woman wearing a dress turns around with a smile and is immediately replaced with a frown. Her hand reaches under the counter and brings out an envelope and tosses it at them. “That’s Durdley’s payment, now get out here!”

“Much obliged.” With that, they turn and proceed outside leaving her to stand there with an angry expression on her face.

The silver-haired creature continues down the path thinking, “Perhaps it might be good to find some clothing. This way I can at least get a few more answers as it seems this Durdley fellow has a huge part to play with the town at least but still not sure about the trees.”

Passing the Enchantment Shop as the door is closed, glances inside through the windows. On the counters are a lot of different parchment papers. Some parchments have different shades and give off a distinct glow to a few of them.

Further down is a lot of different flowers and herbs outside the shop. Inside is a young woman who has fur legs, and horse hooves for her feet while the top part of her looks human and is tending the plants. With her ability, she can tell this person is called an Artonis. A lot of different plants ranging from ones familiar from her time to unidentifiable ones are spread out across the area.

Pulling the cape a little bit closer walks down the patch to the next building and stops as a lot of soldiers and rangers are passing from this building to another ahead.

“Make sure to put those crates in the Barracks Storehouse! And don’t drop the box!” Lieutenant Knox orders a few soldiers as he stands in front of the other building called “Office of Runbay Barracks,” with a sign arrow pointing further down reading Jail Cell.

Footsteps are heard as Commander Kail and Riley walk up from the other path. Curious as to what they were doing, and yet at the same not wanting to get their attention, stays still. They stop a few feet short of the front door to the Barracks.

Commander Kail places his hands on his hips and sighs.

With his hands resting behind him, Riley gives him a sour look, “Bad timing for this to happen. Have quite a few rookie guards that are not even ready for something like this.”

Frowning at Riley, Commander Kail replies sarcastically, “And when are we ever fully prepared for something like this?”

Riley shrugs and they both turn and walk into the Barracks.

“Rookie guards?” The silver-haired creature turns around and starts walking back to the other side, “What do they mean by not ready for something like this? Are they truly unaware of past events? How much time has passed?”

Another shop with large curved shaped windows lies ahead causing her to stop and look inside. Quite a few dresses standing on dolls spread out in the front area. Beside them are pants with straps above them, pants with jackets that have a shirt sewn in and fitted to the jacket on stand-up dolls. The shelves on each side of the room hold an array of different colored materials. No one is standing inside, but a curtain in the back catches her attention. Still invisible, opens the door and proceeds to the row of shelves with materials.

Only a few seconds pass as a bell sounds from the other side of the room. A young girl and a middle-aged man come out from behind the curtains from the back of the store. She has locks of red curls passing down to her shoulders with ears at the top and tail at the bottom standing at least five feet eight inches tall and wears glasses upon her nose. “Hello, can I help you with anything?” A female Lyceruriam pauses looking around and realizes no one is there.

He walks to the door and checks it. “Seems someone did enter here, Latoyia, but must have changed their mind and left immediately.” He stands six feet two inches tall, with thin features, white skin, long dark hair reaching past his shoulders with pointy ears.

“Oh! The nerve! I swear it seems like I do one good deed and I get slammed in the face. I can’t open a stall to sell goods because they think I am insulting the celebration!” Latoyia spreads her arms around her whirling around in exasperation and heads toward the counter.

He laughs and walks back towards Latoyia. “You can be adorable at times, young lady.”

“And you are too cocky for your own good Raden!” Latoyia raises her pointy finger at him, shaking it in his face.

The silver-haired creature realizes it might be slightly easier to talk to them. Speaking in a quiet and soft voice, makes both of them freeze in their tracks. “Apologies for the late reply, I was not in the mood to deal with certain individuals. As you have something I require, perhaps we can make an arrangement.”

Raden turns around immediately in a defensive position as Latoyia peeks over his shoulder to look around where the voice had come from. “Show yourself! Come out from wherever you are hiding.” He speaks in a loud voice and keeps looking towards the shelves with his ears perked forward.

“Very well, but do not be alarmed. For I believe the people here should know I already have a truce made with Commander Kail over this town.” Making herself visible to them and appearing near the shelves, the silver-haired creature casts a thoughtful glance toward Raden.

Raden relaxes his stance as Latoyia steps around him, “You are the one going to destroy the trees and the wall?”

“Yes.”

“Very well, I can help you with whatever you want if you make sure that those things get destroyed,” Latoyia remarks with hatred and anger in her voice.

“You seem to want those trees destroyed very badly. I take it you have your reasons, perhaps if you help me with clothing, I might be able to assist you.”

Latoyia’s expression grows excited and leans forward to give a remark.

Raden grabs Latoyia by the hand on her arm drawing him behind her. He turns and gives her a most displeasing glare and makes a remark to her.

Latoyia glares back at him, turns around, and walks to the curtain parting it back. Giving Raden one last final glare, she passes under the raised curtain letting it fall behind her.

Raden sighs and turns around to face the woman standing by the shelves. “My apologies for that.”

“You stopped her, why?”

“She will start a tantrum of letting people know how much she hates this town and some of the people in it. Latoyia has her reasons for wanting it destroyed as I do.” Raden walks to the door, reaches his hand out, and turns a device locking the door. Hearing a click, he turns and walks towards the counter, “We do not need anyone listening to this conversation as everyone has their views. What terms of currency do you have for trade?”

“Currency?”

“Never mind. You already have an agreement to destroy the trees from Commander Kail as long as you don’t kill anyone. But let’s say you do, would you still destroy the trees?” With lowered eyelids, Raden observes the silver-haired creature’s reaction.

“If it came to that, yes I would still destroy the trees no matter what.”

“Then let us make that agreement? No matter what happens, the trees and wall will be destroyed. And on that note what type of garments would you be interested in?”

“I don’t know as I never wore clothing, but let me ask you this. Are you not afraid of me?” Questions the woman with a bewildered expression in her eyes.

Raden turns, glancing at her, “For some reason, Mr. Durdley and his crew scare me a lot more than you do. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I am quite comfortable around you.” He shrugs and bends down, picking up a few items and placing them on the counter above. “I will admit not being dead or alive to others might seem impossible, but after what we saw that day. Nothing much will surprise us anymore.” His voice grows sad and his eyes betray the rage inside him.

“You seem to really dislike this Durdley fellow.”

“More than I can say. Let me take your measurements and see if we find you something to wear.” Raden grabs a few tools from the shelf below and steps towards her from behind the counter, “Would you be so kind as to take off your cape?” He stops before her, placing the items in his hand on the counter beside him.

Complying, the cape comes off revealing her nakedness leaving it on the floor.

Raden takes a long tape measure and measures her waist, the length of her arms, the length of her legs, and the width of her hips. Placing the tape measure and pin down on the counter, he reaches for his notepad and penna with a feather on the end and starts writing. He lays the penna and notepad down on the counter with a thoughtful look on his face. “Mm, this might take some work. You have a vastly different form and figure than anyone I have ever met. What colors do you like?”

“Colors?” She looks down with her hand on her chin. Memories of the past hit her with a wave of intense loneliness and shakes her head to ward it off. “I don’t know.”

Raden puts his hand on his chin, “Perhaps we need to figure out what material works first while looking at different colors. One moment, I’ll be right back.” He moves towards the other side of the room where the curtain is and steps behind it.

Waiting a couple of minutes, ponders about the trees and Mr. Durdley. Her thoughts become disrupted as Raden comes out from behind the curtains carrying several different materials in each arm.

Raden set them down on the counter and went back behind the curtain to bring out a lot more. There are at least twenty-four unusual types of material on the counter beside the curtains. Standing at the counter, he motions with his right hand, “Would you please come this way, Miss? By the way, I don’t know your name. May I ask what it is?”

She walks over to stand in front of him with her hands resting at her sides and glances at him curiously, “I don’t have one.”

A look of astonishment crosses Raden’s face while grabbing a cloth and pauses to look at her. “You don’t have a name? Why not?”

The silver-haired creature shrugs, “I don’t know. I don’t think I had a name like your kind does. Are names important to your kind? As in the ranking of your species?”

“No, names can identify a person, titles decide the rank, not names.” Raden places the cloth over her shoulder.

A shudder passes through as the hard cloth touches her skin.

Raden removes it and sets it aside on the other counter to the left of him. Picking up a blue cloth to the right of him drapes it over her arm.

A frown appears on her face and shakes her head.

He puts the cloth on the left counter. “Would you tell me why you didn’t like those two and how they made you feel?”

The silver-haired creature tilts her head to the side. “The first felt as if a hard rock was being thrown on my skin and flesh.”

Raden raises his eyebrows and continues to listen.

“The second was very soft, and yet it felt as if something were crawling across my skin.”

He glances to the side, “I wonder if that type of material will work.” Raden moves around her looking up and down with his hand on his chin. After moving around her twice gives a nod, “Yes, I think I have the outfit that will work for you. If you will wait here, I will return.” He steps back behind the curtains.

Gazing down at the fallen cape, the silver-haired creature picks it up and places it on her shoulder.

Stepping out from the curtains, Latoyia moves behind the counter placing an item on the counter while adjusting her glasses at the same time.

“Mind if I ask you a question?”

Latoyia looks over at the woman standing. “Sure.”

“What do you know about the trees?” She walks forward and sits at a nearby chair by the counter.

“A lot and not so much.” Latoyia looks towards the curtains and lowers her voice, “I can tell you but keep this between us. It will make Raden a bit mad because he is trying to protect me. I tend to get really angry and hateful.”

The silver-haired creature nods her head and listens to her tale.

“One day, I was out and about getting some fresh stuff, when someone walked up to me and apologized that my husband had died.” Takes a deep breath and continues, “This was five years ago and I looked at her as if she lost her mind. She told me it was by the marketplace so I rushed down there and a group of people were out but I couldn’t find out what happened. Raden appeared beside me and wanted to know what happened. Before I could say anything the owner of the meat market said you won’t be seeing him again, seems they got a bit too close to the trees.” Latoyia lowers her voice, “We-

“Both ran towards the alley where the trees were and there was Mr. Durdley with his subordinates stopping anyone from entering. Latoyia looked up and jumped straight up and raced along the rooftops. I followed behind her trying to stop her because I was worried Latoyia would get caught. I reached her as we halted behind the chimney of one of the buildings. I happened to get a closer look at the wall as I approached her. The wall was different and looked as if it had corpses on it covered in ash and blood as if it had eaten something or someone. When I looked more to the right, I saw my brother etched into the wall already looking halfway like a corpse. I wanted to beat the crap out of them right at that moment, but I remembered that my brother had asked me to protect his wife. We came back to the shop and ever since, Latoyia has made it her mission to ensure those responsible for this pay the price, no matter how long it takes her.” Raden’s voice became hard as his eyes gleamed with rage.

Latoyia jumps out of her skin and stares at Raden, “Are you mad at me?”

“No, I was just worried you wouldn’t be able to control your anger. Could you make those long shoes out of the material I laid out back there? I finished the rest of the outfit already.” He watches as Latoyia heads back behind the curtains.

“It seems both you and her have a lot of anger, towards the trees and this Mr. Durdley. But surely you don’t think he created the trees?” Tilting her head to the side, the silver-haired creature studies him.

“No, I don’t think he did create them, but I think whoever he is working for knows.” Raden moves to the front of the counter placing the items on top. “Come this way, I’ll help and show you how to dress yourself.” Standing up and moving towards him, Raden removes the cape from her shoulders and places it on the counter. He picks up a pair of light blue wrist guards, “These are called wrist guards. Most people who deal with combat wear these.” Raden hands them over.

Glancing down at them, the silver-haired creature puts her hand through them and pulls them up from her wrist to her elbow.

“Next is a tunic and a pair of shorts.” Raden motions his hand to the counter beside her.

Picking up the white tunic, puts it over her head and pulls it downward. It hangs from the top of her chest slightly below her shoulders down to her waist with short sleeves on both sides. The shorts are black and fall halfway to her knees looking very close to a skirt.

“This item is called a vest, it wraps around your shirt. Let me help show you.” Raden takes the vest and unclips it, laying it out before her. He steps behind her and moves her long hair to the front, slipping the vest as it displays a light blue triangle in the front with black stripes going to the back. After clipping it behind her, stands in front and gives a nod of approval. “Lastly, we have your hair, you can keep it long if you want. Otherwise, we can style it for decoration.”

“Does everyone style their hair for decoration?”

“Most do, it might help to give you more of a normal approach since your hair is beautiful with an unusual color to it.” Raden picks up a couple of flower pins along with a straight wooden stick. “This braid clip will help keep some of your hair up. You draw back your hair like this and place the braid clip here. It does the rest of the work for you,” he drew back her front long bangs while picking up a few layers from the back and placing the braid clip on top. It weaved her hair back and forth in a braid pattern all the way down while leaving a small wooden weave inside the braids. Raden places the flower pins on the top of her head on each side of the braid. “There, now we just need those boots.”

“Mind if I ask you a question while we are waiting for the boots?”

“Of course.” Raden moves behind the counter and starts organizing the shelves.

“What can you tell me about this town? How long has this town been here?”

Raden pauses a minute before moving towards the other side carrying a few cloths in his hands, “This town has been here at least a hundred years that I know of. Fairly sure it was one of the first towns when the Kingdom of Feldorea was founded.”

“The Kingdom of Feldorea was founded recently?” The silver-haired creature moves towards the seat behind her and sits down crossing her legs.

Raden starts folding up cloth material, placing it on the shelves before him. “Yes, before it was known as Tagameshimi before its destruction. There are a lot of stories about what happened, the only known factor is the Ruins to the north of Hydamon called Talmeshia. Anyone that does go there doesn’t return.” He pauses in placing folded up cloths upon the shelves, and turns around looking at the woman sitting, “I never thought about it until now, but perhaps the trees and that place have something in common.”

The woman sitting gazes at Raden in bewilderment, “What do you mean?”

“Well, the Lords, Dukes, and even our King have made that place unsafe to travel to. They even refuse to send people there because of how dangerous it is. Mind you I have not been there myself but, on my travels, I keep hearing things of people saying corpses will pop up as you enter and scare them off right away.” Raden shakes his head and continues, “I always assumed it was just a joke to scare people away. But what if it isn’t?” He turns back towards the shelf and continues to put more folded cloth material on them.

Might investigate the Ruins of Talmeshia after the trees get destroyed. The silver-haired creature stays quiet for a bit and watches him go back and forth bringing more materials from the piles on the counter to the shelf. A thought about how the Kingdom of Feldorea was new and another question dawns on her. “You mentioned the Kingdom of Feldorea was founded a hundred years ago? What happened to the residents of the Tagameshimi?”

Raden pauses, leaving a hand on the shelf, “We all thought they moved away, but there is no one left from that kingdom. Which also begs another question, what happened to them to cause them to disappear like that?” Raden shakes his head. He takes an item from below the counter and starts polishing it with a cloth he drew from his left breast pocket. “It makes you wonder what is really going on here and how much we don’t know.”

This is a lot to think about as much has happened since the War of Dark Ages. It makes her wonder how much of it is continuing or how much hasn’t changed. But to further that thought, more information will be needed. Her thoughts are interrupted when Latoyia comes from behind the curtain towards her, carrying with her a pair of black boots.

“Here, these are the boots.” Latoyia places the boots on the counter in front of the silver-haired creature.

Grabbing the boots, she sits back down and puts them on over her. As she stands up Raden whistles.

Latoyia smiles, “That actually looks pretty good on you.”

Raden smiles slightly and continues polishing the item in his hand. “Is there anything else you would like to know?”

The silver-haired creature gives them a questioning glance, “Both of you seem to detest Mr. Durdley. Do you know where I might find more information on him since he is connected to the trees?”

Latoyia walks behind the counter, “If you want to know more, there is this book you can read. It has very little information on the trees, however, it does have a lot of information about Mr. Durdley and his crew.”

Raden looks up, “This book has a lot of details about transcripts of what he gets from certain people. From times, shipments, and anything they might be paying for.”

At the same time, Latoyia kneels below the counter, bringing up a medium chest. She places her hand on the top of the chest with her thumb over the lock hearing a click sound. Raising the lid, Latoyia removes the book and places it on the counter as she closes the lid, locking it.

Raden takes the chest and kneels, placing the medium chest below the counter. He stands back up glancing at Latoyia.

“I don’t know how much he knows, but I do know he is involved. I don’t have any other information to give as none of it can be proven.” Latoyia trembles and storms behind the curtains, never pausing.

“How much is this Durdley fellow involved?”

“I honestly don’t know; He is human so I can’t say. But he has been here ever since we arrived.” Raden gazes up looking directly in her eyes, “I can recommend a place to stay to read the book and gather more information. Unfortunately, the place is crowded as it is a tavern. Torin, the owner, doesn’t tolerate any violence in his establishment. With people constantly going in and out you could gather a lot of information as Torin also has a lot of information on this town. Probably more than we do as he is collaborating with Commander Kail in dealing with the ongoing investigation.”

The silver-haired creature reaches over, placing her hand on the book thinking about the last comment he made. “This Mr. Durdley becomes more interesting by the minute. I am curious as to who this person could be.” Taps her fingers on the book and picks up the book, “Very well. I shall explore this further at this tavern you recommended.”

“Do you need directions?”

“No, I am sure of where it resides. Thank you.” Giving a glance back to Raden, she makes herself invisible. She leaves the building and turns right toward the Dryains Solace Tavern.