Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

The rider's gaze remains locked with the minotaur for a long silent moment. He then sits up in his saddle, quickly changing his demeanour to weirdly friendly, "No, I think that's it, handsome.", he says with a wink. "Give my regards to Kalli."

With that, he flicks his steed's reigns and the black horse trots on, taking a wide berth from Torhak before continuing along the turnpike into town. The rider doesn't look back as he continues down Rail Street, turning onto First Avenue and out of sight.

The minotaur stands alone in the middle of the empty road.

Meepo takes to the air. Once above the buildings, he sees the rest of the group getting to the church on the opposite side of town. He also takes note of Tarin's horse at the Grey Beyond. The kobold drops back to the ground to let Torhak and Vice know what he's seen.Kalli nods in agreement with Tryne. "It's a beautiful cart. I'm sure the more covetous in town would love the chance to snatch her from you. Whether here, or in the Mournland.", she says. "I really should let my patron know what you found. Is there a broker you trust in town? Would they come here?"

"If I had to guess, I would say Ikar would have over a dozen that I've seen here in town. Most of them are just scrappers he's recruited. Nethrisa, she's a shrewd tiefling and runs things in Salvation when Ikar isn't around. Tarin, it seems you've already encountered, is the nose. Sassy is the mouth and Clyde the muscle. The rest, just do what they're told and the grunt work. They're usually are kept in line by Sheriff. You've likely just got their attention. Not many have made the splash like 37 and Vice .", she says with a smile.

"It's been less than a month. The Sheriff gives you this church, which I've been told is haunted...", she looks around for a moment forgetting where she actually was, before resuming, "Now the rest of you join up and pull a haul like this.", she nods her head, "It's pretty impressive."

Kalli blushes with embarrassment for a moment, "Yes, of course.", she says politely, "The dangers of the Mournland are the reason I hired you, after all. Based on what I see here, it would have taken a team larger than mine to get it back in one night.", she breaths a heavy sigh.

"As for Ikar and his gang of thugs, I place that blame more on your exploits, than my job. Though, I will admit, it likely didn’t help allay their concerns."

"However, as I have said, we should get a broker here to assess the value. Draev and I get along well. Irullah and I don’t see eye to eye. Belaluur seems fair enough, if a little shifty at times. Do you have a preference?", she asks.

Kalli shifts awkwardly in silence again for a moment, looking expectantly to the wagon and crates on top of the cart, "I’m sorry. I’m dying to see what you’ve found!", she blurts out excitedly, with a slight bounce of her legs.

Kalli nods to Tryne, "That's mostly right, except that the brokers sell to nobles only. The Brelish King gave all nobles first right of refusal to goods found in the Mournland. Which mean anything found is the nobles' first. They get to pick what they want and sell the rest. The brokers have contacts they used for most of the rare items. Sometimes they sell it as scrap to Belleraphon if there is no interest. In this case, my patron commissioned me to find and retrieve the items from the warehouse. He holds a claim to it, the broker should respect that.", she says dubiously.

"The brokers make their money by selling the items to the nobles. They take their cut and the rest goes to the scapper. Usually we're lucky to get fifty percent."