Chapter 16 - By the Sleeping Sea
Vorn polished off some last bites
from the table, stood and pat his stomach. "Ahh,
nothing better than a good meal. Hey, I'll race you guys to the bar.
I've got to work off this food somehow." Getting final directions from
Kalis and wishing the elder and children farewell, Vorn picked up his backpack
and began to sprint towards the canal district.
Shadow, having declined the food,
bound along and overtook his human companion quite easily. He pounced from one side
of the road to the other, leaping atop low buildings and took shortcuts
where he could. When it came to a race, he always prided himself for being
Sensing the fun of the race, although not chasing or being chased
and the exertion of energy being futile, Kanth followed Shadow in the
run. Running was always enjoyable to the agile and spirited Phylinx,
and the race was a favorite show of skill and competition. She matched Shadow's
pace, occasionally glancing over at him to see
if he was having as much fun as she.
The two Phylinx darted through the streets gaining more than a few
strange looks and a few curses from innocent bystanders who stepped in the way.
"You arre fierrcely quick cousin. I think it would take a lightning strroke to
catch us if we fled for-r-r our-r-r lives," Kanth said while huffing.
Shadow’s eyes were set with determination. He
was a stiff competitor… but there was
a hint of a smile in his focused features. It was not until they stopped running
that Kanth could read the obvious grin on his face.
Shadow smiled as he eyed the bar and touched his tail to Kanth's,
"I enjoy a good r-run every now and then." He looked over to her and said, "You
are quite speedy yourrself, even with food in your-r-r stomach... be carreful
you don't crramp up now, though."
The two smiled as they looked back into the crowded street and saw no
sign of their human friends. Humans offered little competition on an open
sprint against the long stride of a healthy Phylinx. Though there
were legends of humans outpacing a Phylinx on the long run.
Standing in the doorway of the Sleeping Sea pub, three high-browed men in tidy linens scoffed at the two. "It's bad
enough they look like animals, but please," a dark haired man jest
with his comrades' giggles. The hook-nosed man had a baby smooth
shaved face and his shoulder-length black hair was tied back into a
The three lingered there eyeing passer's by as they giggled and made
snide comments of others as well.
Panting heavily Kanth shivered from a chill that ran through her
system. It was akin to hundreds of tiny ants crawling on her skin.
Shadow too felt the familiar tingle of runner's skin.
He enjoyed the sensation he was
feeling flowing through his blood as they entered the bar. Kanth could tell that
Shadow heard what the others said, but such was the way of life in this day and
age. Men were prejudiced against the Phylinx in some sectors.
Both Phylinx huffed heavily as they reached the entry to
the popular pub. Kanth giggled as they entered the bar, shoving past the
loud-mouthed miscreants. "Animals," she said mockingly to Shadow not even giving the
three so much as a glance. Being above the hatred of other races was something
she found pride in. "As though humans arre much less animals," she scoffed.
"You'd think people arrround these parrts would have more r-r-respect for those
who serve and protect."
Shadow responded, ignoring all others who might be within ear shot, “Ah
yes… but they fearr that which they cannot understand, and they envy the fact
that we obviously exceed their physical capabilities.” He shrugged indifferently.
“Per-r-rhaps we should make a zoo of such mindless beings. Oh yes, that’s r-r-right… we
have a jail for that.” He considered using his new position of inspector to put
the fear of the gods within these low-lives. Instead he shrugged it off, all but
ignoring the snickers and commentary as he searched for an empty table. “We might
as well get a drrink while we wait for the otherrs. I’m a bit thirrsty
after-r-r that sprrint.”
Cydric jogged behind the Phylinx as they headed towards the pub, it
was an odd sensation to be running during the day and not be worried that
someone was following him opposed to slicking in the shadows and scurrying
through the alleys at night. Cydric felt a stirring of pride as he ran, he
had heard that Phylinx were fast runners but these two didn't seem to be moving
very fast... and then they took off. He stopped and looked at the astonished
people on the street as the two large felines damn near bowled over a dozen
He picked up his pace and went into a full blown run, sure the Phylinx
would beat him to the pub, but he wanted to at least make it look like he
made an effort to keep up. He and Vorn followed in the wake of the Phylinx,
which fortunately made the task of finding the pub quite a bit easier.
The two humans arrived at the bar out of breath and gasping. Looking
up they had just the time to see the tail of a Phylinx enter the
As the two inspectors entered, the three high-blood youths snickered
and made groaning sounds as a cat in heat. "I bet I could satisfy
that one," one said with another deep meow. Their laughter came loud
and their breath stank of ale. "Come on, I think I'd like a wench
about now," said the same, "At least I won't have hair on my tongue!"
With that, the three turned to leave
in a hail of laughter.
Cydric stood just inside the doorway huffing and puffing, he knew that
he was a bit out of shape, but didn't realize just how much so. Since he had
gotten better at his trade he hadn't been chased in a long while, so there
wasn't a need to run like that. It looked like it was time to start jogging
in the evenings again. Maybe try his old exercise routine... As he
caught his breath he looked at Vorn who was also recovering from their run
and nodded towards the Phylinx. "Sometimes it'd be nice to be something
more than just a human." With that he headed to the bar.
The black clad assassin found his place at the bar and caught the barkeeps attention. He
ordered a glass of water to quench his thirst, then an ale to drink more
slowly. Cydric looked at the other inspectors and quietly said, "I think we
should take a table and just listen to what people are saying for a little
while before we start with our questions. I've found in my line of work that
the more you listen, the less questions you have to ask."
"Agrreed. You two sharre one table in this arrea, a pair-r-r of
drrinkin' buddies," the female Phlynx said to her companions after
joining them at the bar. "Shadow and I should take the other-r-r end
of the taverrn; young loverrs and all. We'll pick up differrent
converrsations and have morre varriety to discuss together-r-r."
She glanced around at each inspector in turn attempting to find if
that sounded agreeable.
Shadow lifted his eyebrows at Kanth’s open declaration… young lovers. He cleared
his throat and looked away embarrassed, then looked back, “I don’t think we’ll
find two separate tables, and with the attitude we picked up from the doorway,
we might fare better if we are not separated from our human friends.” He looked
at Cydric and Vorn and quickly added, “It’s not that I’m afraid of a spat in a
tavern, I just think it will derail us from our intentions of what we came here
Kanth giggled at Shadow's obvious embarrassment and looked about
realizing that the bar was quite full. "Well, maybe your-r-r rright.
I just figurred we'd absorrb morre split up. No matter-r-r."
Cydric smiled and added, "no, no, I think Kanth might be right, it'd be good to get as much information as
possible. Hell the young lovers act will be great. Imagine, an afternoon run, looks of longing in each others eyes, a quick meal or drink to freshen
up the ol' stamina, light touches and quiet giggles. It'd be great as a front
to gather information. In fact I was even gonna suggest Vorn or I take up a
post on the bar, after all the barkeep is who we're here to see anyway. See
what he has to say to friends and normal patrons, that he probably wouldn't
say to a few inspectors."
"In fact, why don't Kanth & Shadow take the table, and Vorn and I can take
up other positions." At that Cydric turned back towards the bar and took a stool,
he gave a quick glance back at Kanth & Shadow, and gave them a sly, quirky,
smile. For some reason, Cydric felt, great. For the first time in a long
time he was actually in a good... no great mood. Smiling widely, aware he
didn't give such smiles often enough, he noticed that the muscles in his
face actually ached a bit. Quickly his smile faded as he stared into his
drink and pretended not to notice anyone as the realization of why they were
here came over him.
Shadow nodded, "As you wish..." and broke away from the conversation to grab a
recently vacated table before someone else nabbed it.
"By the gods," Kanth bemoaned after hearing Cydric's piece. "That's
fairrly drramatic. I thought I was the hopeless rromantic, you
almost made me want to vomit my frriend." She muffled a laugh as she
cast a sly glance to Cydric and he too could not conceal his smile for long.
"So, you and Vorrn arre going to be young loverrs at the barr and
Shadow and I will grrab a table over-r-r therre and look
nondescrript? Is this the plan?" She let out a purring giggle again
as she winked at Shadow, obviously enjoying the game.
Shadow covered his smile with his large paw-like hand as he took a seat at the
"Na, I think I'll pass on the lover's bit with Vorn, I'll take this end of the bar, and he can take the other end. Besides, I'm sorry Vorn, but you're just not my type. I hope there's no hard feelings about that. So you too have fun at your table, hell, have a little of that herb you
ingest, that should make it seem all the more interesting."
Vorn smiled at the joke, and added, "You're most definitely my type Cydric. Look
at that ass!" Laughing, he said, "Of course, I'm just
kidding Cydric. That's not my cup of tea. Not that I drink tea. I
think I'm babbling before I'm drunk. Hold up, until I get properly
drunk, then you can see how loose I become." Vorn walked over to a
recently vacated barstool and motioned at the bartender.
Kanth joined Shadow, smiling at the
volley between her and Cydric. That
was the first she had seen him smile and joke. He seemed a bit
relieved. That alone caused her joy.
As she sat, she went instantly into the act at hand and reached
across the table to take Shadow's hand. She smiled and
purred, "Don't trry any funny business," with another wink.
Shadow smirked, his hand in hers. “I had no intentions of telling any jokes,” he
said coyly. Casually, he glanced around to flag down a waitress. A cup of milk
would hit the spot. In his observance, he looked back towards the entrance to
see if the three rude individuals had indeed left.
“What would you car-r-re to drrink, Darrling?” he asked Kanth.
"Oh how sweet you arre," she replied listening attentively to the
details of the conversations around her.
"I'll have a mug of thick sweet crream please," she answered.
Shadow lifted a clawed finger to wave down one of the busy bar maidens of the
tavern. Eventually, one came to take their order. A round of cream... or whatever
was available. He reached over to take his
lover's hand in his own and play the part. Speaking softly, just
loud enough for Kanth to hear, he purred "We r-really need to find
this Myrranda. She probably knows best what Slorran was doing r-right before he died." The look on his face, like a love-struck cat
in heat, belied his words and gave the impression he whispered only
sweet nothings to her.
He looked casually about the room for a woman of about Sloran's age,
give or take five years, who seemed excessively depressed.
Kanth feigned embarrassment and placed a paw over her mouth giving
out a slight giggle. Then, mimicking the same hushed tone Shadow
conveyed, "I agrree, she is our-r-r best rresourrce at this point.
She worrks herre. The barrkeep would be our-r-r solution to finding
At the bar, the crowd was filled with questions of the death. Sloran
was apparently well known if not well liked in all circles. Most who
had heard the news for the first time were shocked. While the pub master seemed to revel
in the attention, he did seem to share some
concern. "His lord said it was poison, though if you ask me, Sloran's
been dealing with too many tricksters down in Dran."
"Last I knew, he was goin' south to pick up some old trinkets," said
one whisker-faced young man. "I can't believe he's gone. Did they say
when the rights would be performed?"
"I don't know, that son. Poor Myranda was so broken up about it I
let'er have off. I'm sure she would know."
Looking about the place, Vorn noted the simple but spacious layout.
Unlike most buildings of adobe mud and thatched roofs, this building
was half mortared stone and half finely sanded wood planks. The high ceiling was braced by massive beams that crossed and arched.
seen many similar constructs in his homelands, though the style up
north was far more pleasing to the eye. On the main floor patrons,
mostly human, though of several nationalities, sat about their tables
or stood with flagons in hand. Between the fine clothes and haughty
talk, it was obvious this crowd was of the higher society. They
worked for nobles or were of noble blood themselves, though which was
which was hard to discern.
Many smoked pipes with one more intricate or finely crafted than the
next. It was an odd smell as the smoke filled the air and hovered
just above the masses.
Two large fire pits seemed to brace the whole structure on either
side of the building, but neither had a fire going. It was not
necessary with the heat of summer and it had not rained yet. Along
the center beam hung oil lanterns that added a warm glow to the
otherwise hard light coming from the windows at the front and open
doorway in the back. And that caught Vorn's eye.
The glare of the noon-day sun shimmering off the water was almost too
much now that his eyes had adjusted to the shade, but the view was
spectacular. A wood framed patio stretched out over the water way as
the various canal ferries and merchant vessels passed. Across the
canal stood several spires of a temple that reflected the
sun off its silver capped domes that rose high into the air.
Shifting on his barstool it occurred to Cydric that an up scale pub such as
the Sleeping Sea might just have coffee. Pushing the ale to the side, he
called over the barkeep and tested his luck. Even though coffee was rare in
these parts, the rich usually had it. As silly as it sounded, when Cydric
would take a contract from an “up town” client, he would always include at
least a pound of coffee in the deal. Usually he got the strangest looks at
this request, but with his hollow, dull, blank stare the client usually
dropped the matter and would mumble an agreement.
After placing his order, Cydric leaned back a bit and reached into his pouch
and pulled out his pipe. He held the pipe a foot or two from his face and
inspected it under a scrutinizing eye, and noticed the poor condition of it
compared to the beauty of some of the pipes these nobles had. His was worn
and weathered, and had a few small cracks in the wooden bowl. The etchings
that had once been carved into the outside of the bowl were worn smooth with
barely any trace that there ever was a design carved into the wood. Even the
design of the entire pipe was old compared to the newer designs these nobles
sported. The pipe he held before his eyes was just a small bowl with its
straight stem coming out at the bowl’s underside. Most of the pipes in the
pub here had curved stems, or large bowls, or both. All were made from the
finest of materials including gold, ivory, fine woods, and even a few
appeared to have what looked like marble on them.
Cydric knew his pipe was
old; it had once belonged to his late master, Darthes. But beyond that,
he knew nothing more of his pipe’s history. With that he shrugged and
lit his pipe, enjoying the aroma of the tobacco.
The barkeep came over and with a heavy hand placed a steaming hot mug of
coffee before the assassin. At first Cydric paid him no attention and even waved
the flagon of ale away, but then he noticed that the man didn’t move. The
looked up, smoke slowly billowing up his face from his pipe, “Can I help
you?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
The barkeep looked the dark haired
inspector up and down, noting the
well worn black
clothing the man wore, the short greasy hair, and the dark look in this
stranger’s eyes. “What’s a man of your status doing in my pub? It doesn’t
look like you could afford my cheapest beer, but yet you order ale and then
coffee. I swear if you can’t pay not only will I beat my money out of you,
I’ll turn you in for theft.”
Cydric’s lips parted into a wickedly evil grin as his eyes narrowed into slits,
the thought of quickly slashing his dagger across this bastard’s throat was
entertaining enough, but he knew it was definitely not the time or place. The
barkeep stepped back at the look on Cydric’s face, he was about to call for
assistance when five T’arrg hit the bar’s lacquered surface.
The look on Cydric’s face never changed when he all but whispered in a
hollow voice, “Keep the change.” Then he looked away and started to glance around the bar, noticing above all
things, a back door. He looked at the patrons putting faces to the voices he
heard, also noting the positions and weaponry of each as well. He listened to
the general feeling of Sloran’s death, and the thoughts behind his undoing. But
what caught Cydric’s interest was the conversation at a table just a few
steps away. Cydric did his best to block out the background
noise to pay closer attention to their conversation.
One table of four men spoke of their recent trip to the northern lands of Endrak and how
the trade routes were finally opening. They spoke about how the
Emperor had dissolved his governing council and how the once great
nation was crumbling from starvation. "It's sad. So long they
survived off of slave labor and its like the nation has not changed.
The man I work with has twelve slaves and thinks nothing of it. I had
to bite my tongue not to insult him. And he treated them worse than
"That's the way of their world," said an over fed gentleman in the
group. "I tell you, the goblins... if there was any race that would benefit from enslavement, it's them."
That comment received several odd looks and one of the men shifted uneasily in
his chair and looked about to make sure no goblins were within earshot.
"I was talking to an aid and he was saying the wizards had returned."
The third speaker was a dark skinned man with coal-black hair and
played with a large colorful feather. "Some were saying that black
rituals were taking in the weak and making them ill."
"Hog wash! If anything is making them ill, its their own conscience."
"Like an Endraki ever had a conscience!" Scoffed another.
"What of your trek, Kal?"
Not liking the attention, Kal shifted uneasily. He, like the one to
his left was darkly tanned though he had a gruffness to him that the other
ones that are disappearing are dying from a plague. They first become
weak then lose their hair. Not long after, they bleed from every
pore. I had not believed it at first but I saw them with my own eyes."
"And where was that?"
"On the outskirts of Lepthi. An entire village of sick. It was
horrible. They had lost nearly one thousand to the plague."
"Well how come I never heard of this? I was in Lepthi not a year
"It happened quickly. The first got ill no more than three moons ago."
"Three months and it wiped out one thousand?"
"No, that was the thing that struck me. It was less than one month
from the first. After that, the plague seemed to cease. Even their
beasts fell ill. You cannot imagine the stench. When I passed
through, there were only a handful of villagers alive or well enough
to aid in the burnings. We torched many homes where the entire family
"That's horrible. Now I understand your quiet of late." Their
conversation then drifted to less serious matters. Mostly about the roundness of
Vorn finally received his drink.
Then, taking his drink with him, he
walked up to the table where the merchants were talking. After all, he had no other
leads to pursue.
"Hello, my name is Vorn. May I join you? I heard you talk about this
disease on the outskirts of Lepthi. I'm an inspector, you see, and we've found a body not too
far from here. We have not determined the cause of death. Do victims
die without a mark on their body?"
"Inspector, you say?" said the plump merchant on the right, "An
eavesdropper is more like it." He chuckled to himself.
"Quiet," said Kal. "If that plague is here, you'll not long be
laughing." He shifted and faced Vorn. "No inspector, the plague
causes many lesions and many of the survivors were blinded and
"So inspector," said the other dark skinned merchant with the
feather, "what news do you have of this man Sloran? I heard he
dropped dead last eve. Some say it was a curse others a weak heart."
The fat merchant cut in, "If the inspector is here, then it is more
nefarious than a broken heart. That is unless you now eavesdrop on
the affairs of love." Even that got Kal to smirk. It was long rumored
that the inspectors and their spies collected information on the
gossip of nobles and their exploits including their sexual affairs.
Vorn winked and said, "Well, if any of you have any juicy gossip, I
might just reward you. As to Sloran, the cause of his death is
unknown, otherwise we inspectors wouldn't be here investigating."
With the meat of the merchant's conversation ended
and Vorn having taken the initiative, Cydric turned to the barkeeper,
"So, hear any good tales lately? I'm trying to be a writer, and I'm always
on the look out for interesting stories and such. Mysteries, tales of valor
& honor, tales of battles won or lost. You know; interesting things that
people would be entertained reading about."
The barkeep looked at him with a suspicious look and was about to say
something when someone at the other end of the bar called him over.
A young man between Cydric and the tabled Phylinx shook his head
and said to no one in particular, "Damn it Sloran, I told you to be
careful. Donnel," he waved to the bar keep. If you could tell me
how to find Myranda. I have news that might comfort her."
The bar-master leaned in and spoke with the other in whispered tones.
When their conversation ended, the man leaned back on his stool and
thanked Donnel graciously as the elder moved to fill another order.
But the lad did not leave straight away. After all, his flagon was
still over half full.
Sergei had met the young human
assassin several times, usually while Cydric
had been chased by some force he could not handle. No matter what Eric
said, he was not to be trusted.
Dressed as he was, in a drab leather workman's vest, and not mentioning his grand height, towering a full head
higher than most humans, many eyes
followed him across the room. There was even a noticeable quiet that
fell over the crowded floor. But that shortly gave way to the regular
volume once the Kanis ignored them all.
Kanth looked up to the front entrance
just as the towering Kanis ducked under the door frame. A chill ran down her spine
at the sight of him and though she did not understand it completely, she knew that
something about the dog-man was different. The creature looked about the room
and his eyes fixed on Cydric. That alone was enough to make her muscles tense,
but the man-beast also carried a large axe, unsheathed, and held resting on his
shoulder positioned to strike if needed. Before she could bring herself to move, the Kanis
had closed the distance and stood behind Cydric.
"Cydrric! Behind you," she cried out as the dog-man dropped
something into his lap. She had no idea what it could have been,
poison maybe? But she was determined not to allow any harm to happen to her
company while she was present.
Her muscles tensed as the humanoid leaned in on Cydric more closely. She stood and poised,
ready to bolt across the room to leap onto the dog-man if need be.
"Kanth! It's alright, I know this Kanis" Cydric assured her when he saw her
stand. Since Kanth had been so kind as to quiet the crowd, Cydric barely had to
whisper for the Phylinx to hear. "Kanth, Shadow, meet Sergei. You
know my friend that's a poison expert? Well this is Eric's assistant." Cydric
said with a sigh of relief, he didn't know Sergei well, but he could have
imagined the look on Eric's face if Sergei was attacked while coming to his
The barkeep stared up at the towering Kanis and his naked axe. "I'm
sorry sir, but if you have no sheath an' peace tie, I'll ask ya to
hand it over to me. Just don't want one of these drunk bastards to
fall on it, ya know." With an uneasy smile as he wiped ale from the
smooth counter, he said, "No service until then. No disrespect meant,
but its a liability."
The Kanis smiled a toothy grin, but
due to the number of sharp teeth showing through his lips, it looked more like a
snarl. "Of course," Sergie said with a puff and handed the axe over to the bar
Kanth visibly relaxed and squirmed down in her hard wooden seat, a
bit embarrassed and perplexed. The entire bar's attention was on her,
and she wasn't used to being the center of attention. She glanced at
Shadow coyly, then said, "It's nice to meet you Serrgei. Glad I didn't
pounce you beforre I knew your-r-r intentions. Believe me, it
crrossed my mind for-r-r a split second. Sorrry, no harrd feelings?"
Shadow’s paw was in his face hiding from the crowd. So much for their
extravagant plans at subterfuge.
After calming down the very alert and quite protective Phylinx, Cydric turned
to Sergei and looked him over. Cydric smiled at the Kanis and said, "You know, she would
have ripped you apart if I hadn't jumped in for you. The way I see it, you
owe me your life." Cydric winked at Sergei and nudged his arm.
"However, what are you doing here? I asked for Eric because I have a sample
of a poison that I need to identify. I believe it's what killed the man in
our investigation. So unless you can identify this poison, I'm afraid you came
down here in vain. Unless you can use that big ol' nose of yours to track
down this Miranda woman we've heard about." Cydric said.
Sergie replied, “Eric was away from the shop on business and I
thought I would come in his place and see what help I can offer.”
Kanth sat quietly, sipping her cream and taking in the conversations around her.
Basically, after causing a scene, she did as any wise cat would: she
minded her business for a few minutes, acting as though it never
happened and that she wasn't embarrassed. Although that was far from the
Shadow stood from the table where Kanth and he occupied. Their cover blown, he
elected to take another course. He headed through the crowded tavern room and up
to the barkeep, lifting a finger to get the man’s attention. As the barkeep
approached, he smiled and nodded in a friendly manner, one hand to his side, one
hand flat on the bar table. “If I might bother-r-r you for one moment of your
time, sir-r-r,” Shadow started, speaking quietly to the barkeep. “I am trrying to
locate a girrl named Myrranda who worrks her-r-re. It is verry imporrtant that I
speak with her-r-r. Can you tell me wher-r-re I might be able to find her-r-r?”
"Sorry lad," he said with a smile, "I don't go giv'n that information
out to any stranger that asks."
Shadow revealed the leather coins from under his hair-covered hand.
Wiping out another mug, the bar master seemed a bit insulted. "Now I
really don't feel like talk'n. That girl's had enough grief without
dealing with some stranger the likes of you."
In attempt to save face, Shadow slid the coinage back to his pouch and
approached the barkeep once more, cupping something else in his hand. Palming
his inspector’s badge, he asked again, “Ar-r-re you sur-r-re you can’t help
me? I am verry interrested about someone who was once close to her.”
Thoroughly exhausted by the snide jibes the merchants volleyed at him, Vorn sipped
some more from his mug and watched as Shadow approached the bar. "Good day
gentlemen," Vorn offered cutting off yet another sharp comment about the
Joining Shadow at the bar, Vorn cut
in with the air of a superior, "Is there a problem here? You do
realize, sir, that withholding pertinent information on a possible
homicide to inspectors is against the law?" Vorn flashed his
badge. "What that means, in case you didn't understand me, is that
you will answer my fellow inspector's question, or you'll end up in
"Inspector?" The bar man looked hard at Vorn and Shadow not sure if
he should believe his senses. "Lemme see that badge more closely."
Vorn and Shadow obliged and though the bar-master looked quite close
to both sewn emblems, he did not seem to know what he was actually
"Hrmph, I suppose yer here for that business about the dead man last
"Prrrrecicely" Shadow acknowledged.
"Well, I suppose that lot is with you too then?" he pointed over to
the tall Kanis, Kanth, and Cydric. "I should have expected something,
but nothing like this. One moment and I can talk more openly." He
called out to a maid who was making her rounds and told her to cover
The young man who had spoken to the bar tender earlier
approached. "Did you say you were inspectors? Is there anything you
can tell me about Sloran's death? He and I have been close friends
for many years. Might I join you in your conversation?"
"Come this way through the kitchen. We can talk more out back,"
bellowed the keep as he hung up his apron and dried his hands on a
Cydric, Kanth, and even Sergie
noticed the bar tender's observation of their group being linked to the other
two inspectors. Once they began moving out doors, they seemed to follow