Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Laulalith heads out of the hall to scope out their new rivals. She makes her way past the Traveller’s Shrine and through a block or two of smalls shacks and a bunkhouse. On the west edge of town, there is a large, two-storey house with small windows and a few horses tied to a long hitching rail out front. Laulalith recognizes the black horse of their Mournland tail is already there. Belaluur finishes signing the ledgers with Kalli and takes one of Meepo’s scones. She takes a bite and crumbs fall off her chin as she speaks, "Everything is in order, my Dear. Have Lord Tornn come see me to discuss his payment. The items are his to claim." Famul comes in to sweep up the crumbs, following the little goblin around the hall.

"As for your gold, we’ll need to go back to the market. It’s not wise to walk around with that kind of coin in your pockets.", she says plainly.

"I will accompany you. Would someone mind coming with me? Belaluur is right, I don’t want to have all that gold by myself."

37 and Meepo escort Kalli and Belaluur back to the Salvage Market. Once inside, the goblin takes everyone to the back room. She takes out a crooked green candle that produces a violently green coloured flame. The goblin uses it to melt blood-red coloured sealing wax and applies a seal of an elaborate and perhaps surprisingly elegant "B". When she reveals the seal, the cursive letter within glows green. She then produces a small coin purse from thin air and reaches half her arm into it. The pulls seven more, much larger pouches from inside. She counts out the coin meticulously with Kalli watching closely. Belaluur places the remainder back into the last pouch. She then flicks her wrist and the small purse disappears once more.

"I believe we’re good, Dear?", Belaluur asks.

"I must say, it was a pleasure, Ms. Belaluur.", Kalli says with a respectful nod.

"Have the Lord come see me when he arrives. 37, not that I expect anything untoward, but please keep an eye on the goods for now. If you prefer, you could bring them here, but your new place looks secure enough.", Belaluur says plainly.


Meanwhile at Ikar’s Salvage…
Laulalith and Vice find a small alleyway to move a little closer to the Ikar’s home base. They are both very confident they were not noticed. As they recon their rivals, they find the large two story is made of unpainted wood. Unlike many of the other ramshackle dwellings in town, the house feels purpose built. Short windows sit strategically placed high on the walls of each floor, preventing prying eyes. A large iron door serves as the main entrance with a smaller iron door in the back. Whether by avoidance or design, there is a wide gap of land between it and any buildings next door, giving a clear view of approach from any direction.

Three horses sit outside. With the high windows, it’s difficult to see movement inside, but the elf notices several hoof points leading away from the house. Likely much of the crew are out on a job. Laulalith knows there’s at least the watchman, Tarin and one other person inside.