Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

"Oh, well then, welcomen to Salvation Malak!" Vice says. Vice isn't moving or playing with one of his chakram like he normally does. But the little Gnome is still fidgeting, eyes darting about, looking for the next conversation or activity. He notices Peldan's liquid lunch "Woah Peldan, not even having a meal first? Rough day already? he ask

SheK smile and suggest, "Or possibly a rough night." as she savors her coffee. "You think we take the day off or hit the board hard this morning?"

Malak bowed slightly to Peldan, "And I look forward to getting to know you as well, as I do with all of the members of.. of..." he paused, thinking to just say 'the group', but from where he came from most 'groups' had names to distinguish themselves from other similar groups. The Druid sect he had been raised into was one of many and they called themselves 'Greensingers' so as not to be mistaken for the 'Ashbound', or the 'Wardens of the Wood' or any other of a dozen or more sects. "...does this group have a name? Something the common folk call you when they speak about your heroic deeds?" He went silent as he was starting to think they didn't or else the paper would have referred to them thusly.

It was then when a Gnome arrived and is soon followed by an odd looking man (ooc: Kleber - who I believe is a Half-Orc). Garundah then introduced him to Vice, "A pleasure to meet you," he said with a nod of his head. Looking about, he could see that there were already four members of the group here and wondered how many more were left to show up.

"Gentlemen..." Ser Armat greeted the pair politely. He did not know of the dynamics between the two, although if there was a Sivis member present, it was likely the gnome. Perhaps he was even Dragonmarked..
"I require messages sent to various nations, at the very least to Karrnath, Thrane and Breland, but some others as well if possible.." The Red Knight favored the more... civilized peoples of Khorvaire, but would not eschew the others if he has the option.
"Would you be able to arrange this?"

"You are correct. I wish to send warnings of their intent, for it may see these Blades one day make a destructive incursion out of the Mournland should they succeed with their plot, but I do not know where.. But be at ease, I do not require messages to everyone. Just the governments of each said nation. I can draft a letter for each, if you wish, for you to pass on to Wroat, Korth and Flamekeep. Can you manage to reach Fairhaven and Metrol as well through your contacts? I believe all nations would benefit from fair warning, should they care to listen." That was, after all, very much in doubt. The Red Knight was sure some would dismiss his warning as a ruse or as unimportant. Only Karrnath would be likely to heed his warning if he was honest with himself, and even his own homeland might do nothing but warn the warlords bordering the Mournland. But it would not be for lack of trying on Ser Armat's part that the Blades were given a free hand..

"Yes, yes, New Cyre. Erhm.." The knight corrected himself. Foolish. He still unconsciously thought of Cyre as a nation. New Cyre was nothing to him, a pitiful remnant of refugees that was given a strip of land out of pity.
"No need for them, really. Breland manages their border... My mind was on the savage nations, wondering if I can appeal to them... The halflings, goblins and elves.. But what little I know of them tells me they are discordant."
He appraised the gnome. "Can you even reach them?"

"Darguun, yes, But Droaam and the Shadow Marshes do not border the Mournland, and thus are not directly at risk. No, I referred to the Talenta Plains, where the halfling tribes ride, and Valenar, where the elven warclans do the same. If you can send word to them, I wish them warned." Likely it was coin wasted, but so be it.

Ser Armat seated himself at a free desk and took out his writing set. His own pen and ink rested better in his hand. He took off his gauntlets and counted out he coin to be paid.
"Would you happen to know the date?"

"Rough enough, I suppose.

I'd just as soon get back to it. I didn't leave my old life just to sit around idle."

Not having an answer to Malak's question, never having heard such a name mentioned, left it up to those members who had been with the group longer to respond.

SheK says, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to take peek at the notices." as rises and strides over to the board. "Anyone care to join me?"

Peldan gets up as SheK does, "I will go with you."

SheK says to her halfling Peldan, "Well I do have 60 gp for info. Best to check up on this Roszana Stillbeam first." SheK also rips down and takes the posting. Looks like she is more than interested. SheK did let Peldan view the posting as she is sure his view is rather limited.

SheK takes the notice in hand and advances to Roszana behind the counter. "I see your notice. The hero's here are interested. What can you let me know before 60 coins leaves us." She slides her the Bill 3.

Bill 3
"Salvage job lead in the grey. Interested party pays 60gp upfront for information on this lead and 10% of salvage obtained upon return. Salvage crews that want this lead need to give this bill posted on the Salvage Board to Roszana Stillbeam owner of the Grey Beyond"