Tracking Smugglers

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin, Fenris, Julian, Adasse
WHAT: Hunting down slavers for fun and profit.
WHEN: At some nebulous point in the first half of the month.
WHERE: Ayesleigh
NOTES: CW: Slavers, violence, to be updated as need be.

It's a long trip to Ayesleigh, but the uneventful nature of it gives plenty of time to plan for the assignment ahead. The Inquisition has tasked Korrin and Fenris -members of the Northern Powers project- with following up on some leads regarding slavers in the region. Said leads have been accused of kidnapping, but lack of evidence has them still walking free. With some discussion of plans and a bit of luck, the Inquisition's agents might go further than what local authorities have been able to manage.

That's where the trail begins, though Korrin reminds everyone that they might have to expand their search, depending on what's discovered. The use of force -lethal or otherwise- isn't forbidden, but it's made clear that they must do their best not to leave a trail of blood leading directly to the Inquisition. Whatever must be done, it ought be kept discreet. (Fenris is likely reminded of this more than once.) Force isn't the only resource available to them, however; thanks to Julian and Adasse, connections and stealth might open an number of doors otherwise closed to them.

It's early morning when their ship finally reaches port, travelers streaming down onto the docks and disappearing into the crowds. The hunt begins.

Comments

[insatiably]

Taking this as his cue, Julian straighten up, addressing the woman. "We've heard you're the best, and I need discretion for this endeavor. The Duchess of Urbino has wronged me, and I want my revenge." He rubs his hands together eagerly. "I'm willing to pay handsomely if you can steal something from her estate here in the city."

Sorry, Duchess. Julian's never even met you, but he's sure this will hardly ruin your week.

[lyriumcarved]

Making sure he's got his hood up, Fenris slinks to hang out in the back of the group, yet again. It's at least much easier and far more comfortable, trying to hide in this shadowy place, as opposed to that gaudy noble estate they'd just been in. He'll never be at ease in that kind of setting. But here… even the whole notion of a swift escape, if needed, is easier to plot out. And he does just that, vaguely running through possibilities, should this go wrongly.

But so far, so good.

The woman known as the Ghost doesn't show much reaction, clearly someone who plays her cards close. There's a moment of silence while she appears to be thinking it over. "That's it, hm? I'll need to hear more of the terms, first. What, precisely, do you need stolen? And… I always ask for half of the payment, up front."