closed | Venatori Gone Wild

[keenly]

WHO: Bastien, Colin, Leander, and Nikos
WHAT: Tracking down Venatori who got deep into Orlais at the invitation of some idiot noble
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Southern Orlais
NOTES: reference.

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[exsecutus]

Desks, would be Nikos' answer. If he felt like answering. Which, perhaps predictably, he doesn't.

He's eating steak now anyways, indelicate and disinterested in manners. It is good, wherever it comes from. He washes it down with a mouthful of wine.

"One is de Loutain's, one is Arcenaux's." The letters, that is. And beyond the invaluable handwriting, their contents will not be of any particular interest, for anyone other than Nikos, who is tuned specifically toward-- well, Caspar Perakis, really. Like fuck he'd tell anyone that.

"As to why the tip off, idle speculation will likely do little for us. Unless you want to make up answers as some fireside game." Not that he's likely to participate enthusiastically in that exercise, but still. The offer is there. With his fork, he gestures, magnanimously: be my guest. "Perhaps he was hoping we'd be killed while investigating."

[sarcophage]

Magic, Colin jokes, and Leander glances up; his little smile persists for a while after he's gone back to aligning the pages. Whether or not the information upon them will bring the party closer to the answers they seek, he finds it all interesting, and the practice useful.

"Mm, it's possible. Equally likely, he doesn't care either way and just wants us to investigate somewhere else. The same could be said for de Loutain." Sobering now, and sitting up a bit straighter, "This one's somewhat similar to the map. It's one of the Arcenaux samples. Same foundation, perhaps... same teacher? Hmmn... not an exact match, I'm afraid."