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[Blade Master Model 42]

Gregor patted the sleepy mercenary on the shoulder.

"Come on, Valor. I know you're tired, but you need to focus. Do you know anyone in this city who might be willing to give us a ride to Kesselring?"

Valor slowly shook his head. "This is the longest I've ever spent in this town. Last time I was here, we stumbled in at dusk, and wandered out come the morn."

Chris thought for a moment.

"Let's see. I asked around about Esteban back at Vilino when Ami and I were shopping, and I heard he was last seen near here a week ago. He's an old merchant contact of mine. He might have room for us - or need us if the roads are dangerous."

"Does that mean there's a chance of getting paid? My wallet has seen better days."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"It's fine, Gregor. If he's here, I'll find him. He's a flamboyant sort of fellow. As for getting paid... can't say one way or another yet, Valor."

Chris grabbed another sandwich and a full waterskin, putting the latter into his robes, and left to hunt down his quarry.

[Haspen]

@Gregor:

The distraction came from pair of horses, being prepared by the 'pastel cloth' lady to be tied to a large wagon, which was seemingly empty.

@Christopher:

The quick search gave Chris an answer about Esteban's whereabouts; his fellow merchant, Kurlung, a rather thug-faced man affected by dwarfism.

"Ya didn't hear it from me, but I heard he decided to do business in Berebia nowadays. Old guy prolly got himself into smuggling or something worse, if he decided to go there."

[Sirus]

"Hmm..."

Gregor went up to the innkeeper and asked if he((or she)) knew who the woman with the wagon was.

[Haspen]

@Gregor:

"That girl? Oh, that's Anja. Some call her a traveler, some a merchant, some a storyteller, some a dancer, some a blade for hire. Hell, if I recall correctly, someone once called her lost princess of Deynastia, older sister of the current King. She do talk a lot, and have lots to talk about. Why do you ask?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Thank you. I'll be on my way."

He returned to the inn, glancing at the wagon, before heading inside. After listening to the innkeeper, he reported in to Gregor.

"Our luck remains as poor as our pockets. Apparently he's in Berebia."

"Anyway, are we going to talk to this Anja?"

[Sirus]

((Fuuuuck you phone. Kicking me out and losing my post D: ))

Gregor thanked the innkeeper and gave a gold coin for the information. He then turned to Chris.

"I was thinking about it. Merchant or not, that's a big wagon and the roads can be dangerous."

He walked outside and called to the woman.

"Pardon me. Are you Lady Anja?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris followed him out, staying silent for now.

[Haspen]

The girl in question had bright red, short hair, and a dress of many colours. Now that Gregor was close to her, he could notice that the dress was sewn from few different dresses of various clours - the top was made of red and orange pieces, the middle of yellow and green, and the bottom was adorned with dark blue triangles of sewn cloth.

She looked like a gypsy.

"Greetings, sir soldier. You smell like business. Or you have a hangover and are in seducing mood. One of those for sure, I can bet all my money to the Lady in the Sky."

[Sirus]

Gregor covered up his confusion at her odd manner of speaking with a short bow.

"The first one. My name is Gregor von Hexham, and I was wondering if you would be willing to give my companions and I a ride to Kesselring Fortress."

[Haspen]

She let out a hum, looked at Gregor's face, then his armor, sniffed at his neck, then peeked into her wagon.

"How many people are with you? One hundred golden coins and my wagon is yours."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Twelve of us or thereabouts."

Chris handed over his 92 gold.

"I'm afraid that's eight short, though. Gregor, if you could cover the rest...?"

[Sirus]

This was odd...and a little uncomfortable. Gregor briefly considered finding a different wagon, but that could take hours, if not days.

"Yes, I have some left." He hands over 8 coins from selling the bow last night.

[Haspen]

She happily took the money from Gregor's hands.

"I don't like imaginary money, Mr.Hoody. Well then, I don't think that twelve will be comfortable in the wagon. You better wake your friends up, because I'm leaving in few minutes."

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Eh? I don't remember giving the 92 coins I had away. >.>)

"I'll gather them up in a moment. What were you expecting to smell on him?"