New Faces, New Places

Startled awake, the brigand doesn't look too happy as he strains against his bonds, trying to wring his hands free. Finally surrendering to his fate he responds defiantly: "Set me free first, and I'll tell you-." *THUNK* his head slams against the railing as Stellard makes a sudden sharp turn before resuming his course; some of the already frightened passengers topple over as they are rocked.

"Oops, a bit shaken is all." Stellard says casually, a smirk on his lips.

"I do not fear death outsider, not from a demon of the seven hells, or from one of their slaves." He counters in an accusing tone.

His mouth has suddenly become quiet, his breath begins to quicken and his eyes do not leave yours.

"...Absentia." He whispers through clenched teeth.

You feel his body tense up. Gritting his teeth, the whispers continue . "Your captain took absentia... from clan Boromar. We were supposed to get it back. They will not be happy."

"Wh-what?" He says incredulously. You are positive in any other circumstance he would've laughed off such a question. "I-I don't know, 100 Galifers per potion?"

With a group consensus more or less made the remainder of the trip is relatively peaceful, the prisoner looks relieved the interrogation is over. The sky turns pink as you soar through the sky, traffic becoming less of an issue as the day comes to an end.

"We have arrived!" Stellard shouts with a strained flourish, landing the skycoach whilst the Orc extends the gangplank. Immediately the passengers step out with hurried steps and hushed whispers, not bothering to give any tips. "Now, kindly leave." Stellard points to the street, looking at everyone impatiently.

It takes a second to regain your footing as you step on the hard stone, your 'sea' legs readjusting. Finding yourself on a small side street, it's fairly evident why people call it Tradefair: businesses of every kind stand side-by-side in every building, not an inch of real estate is wasted. You count no less then three tailors, two specialty wine shops, and a gem cutter which specializes in imitation Khyber crystals, just with a cursory glance. Not far ahead the street becomes a plaza, and the sound of music mixed with heavy foot traffic.